Damien Wayne Novels & Stories

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

Portland was a distant memory, and I couldn't care less about being there if Dane wasn't a part of it. It had been a few weeks since the night that Dash had attacked me, and Dane had been by my side every step of the way as I healed from the trauma. He had been my rock, my protector, and my confidant, and I had grown to love him more with each passing day.

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The director said loud enough for everyone to hear. Interviewer: Good morning Cabin city!. It is another morning to chase opportunities and work towards our individual goals. It is a motivational morning Cabin, and we have one of the best motivational figures here with us this morning. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Damien Wayne. Good morning again sir, It is such a pleasure to have you here. I must say that your presence here has motivated me already. (we laughed). Me: That's allowed! Good morning Miss Jes. Good morning Cabin city. Interviewer: Before we begin sir, I, I mean, we all in Cabin would love to get a motivational headsup to start our day.

He had killed all the Elders in less than a few seconds; who the hell was he? Damien turned, his eyes red and his face still in his beast form, "Who else wants to challenge me to evict me from my position?" "I say come forth!" he yelled. But no one dared. Instead, they bowed, pledging their allegiance to him. "Very well," Damien stated, breathing hard, and when he turned, Emberlynn noticed he was now his normal self. Except for the blood stain on his clothes and face, he looked pretty much normal, yet she knew there wasn't anything normal about him after all that she had seen.

If I had just stayed put and hadn't followed Sabrina to the party, then none of this would've happened. I feel so horrible that he went through whatever it was he went through to save me. And now here he is, peering at me with those stony grey orbs of his, so intense, my heart races. Liam's gaze drifts to the TV, his face twisting into a little frown as the anchor woman's voice continues to talk about Damien. “Damien Blackwell, 32, was a visionary entrepreneur and philanthropist, known for his innovative approach to technology and business. His company, Vismo, revolutionized social media and...”

whispered someone in the troupe. As the dancers chatted quietly about Damien, I learned he had a background quite different from mine. He had graduated from Stanford, his father was a math professor at the university, and his mother taught humanities. Known for his exceptional skills in numbers since childhood, Damien swiftly rose to become a renowned senior trader in the finance world. People now hailed him as the undefeated Wall Street legend. Damien was indeed a remarkable billionaire, veiled in mystery.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

Familiar. “You can’t run from me, Kayla.” I turned toward the sound, and my stomach dropped. Damien stepped out from between the trees. His body glowed faintly beneath his torn shirt, veins of blue light crawling beneath his skin. His eyes, once warm and kind, were now cold and illuminated. He smiled faintly. “You shouldn’t have destroyed it. I could have saved us all.” Liam’s weapon hummed softly, charging. “You call this saving?”

Damien overheard their conversation. At ten, Albert sent Damien to Paris to live with Arthur under the pretext of focusing on his studies. Damien stayed there for four years, during which he met and befriended Cassian for the first time. Damien's full name was Damien Alexander Andreev, but the name Alexander was only used in official documents, never by Albert. Arthur introduced him as Alexander to everyone. Only Theodore, one of Arthur's closest friends, knew Alex's true identity. In Albert's absence, Scott took care of Hailey. When Damien returned from Paris at the age of 14, he noticed that Aaron was continuously inappropriate with Hailey. One day, Damien saw Rosina and Aaron trying to ta