Novelas y relatos de Damien Wayne

Damian's brow furrowed. "What?" “Aren't they Matthew's bodyguards?” Damian didn't answer. He still frowned. “Could he be working for someone else?” Damian avoided admitting it. He still couldn't believe that his father could commit such a crime. “Perhaps, but you miss the chance. There is another person who claims to be your father's boss. His name is Luke Damant. He is an Omega who works as a manager at Excellor.” Bruce explained again. He started to feel sorry for Damian because he didn't know anything.

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

Sienna: The walls of my childhood room felt smaller than I remembered. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting in my lap, my mind spiraling with thoughts I couldn’t control. The events of the last few hours replayed over and over like a broken record. Kael had been shot. Damon’s father, the man who had taken me in when I had nowhere to go, the man who raised me as his own daughter when I was to be left for dead as a child, a helpless child who lost her parents, was fighting for his life.

Aria asked. Damien smirked, “Yes. But I don't think you will want to end the agreement.” Aria raised a brow, “And why is that?” “Why don't you wait and see?” he grinned. After a few minutes of deliberating about signing the contract, Aria eventually asked, "How am I sure you will help me gain my revenge?" Upon hearing this, Damien smiled. He had been expecting the question. “Well, I would like to properly introduce myself,” he began. “As I previously stated, my name is Damien Blackwood, and I am the CEO of Blackwood Empire,” he paused, “That includes the Blackwood Enterprise.”

Then the double doors at the back of the briefing room slammed open. Every camera whipped around. He walked in. Damien. No cuffs. No prison jumpsuit. Just gray joggers, a plain black t-shirt, hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, stormy..,equal parts fury and something rawer. Worry. Exhaustion. Jaxon and Gerald flanked him, plus three other men I didn’t recognize, and a woman trailing close behind. We all screamed his name at the same time, hugging each other in celebration.

The man leaning casually against the doorframe was tall, sharply dressed, dark-haired with a smile that never quite reached his eyes. Cassandra’s shadow made flesh. “Dante,” Damien said flatly. Dante Westwood—alive, breathing, and standing in his office. The brother the world believed was dead. The brother Damien had buried without a body. “Miss me?” Dante asked lightly. Damien didn’t move. “You shouldn’t be here.” “And yet,” Dante replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, “here I am.” Silence stretched, thick with history. “You were supposed to stay gone,” Damien said.

The sleek, matte-black Aston Martin glided to a stop in front of a towering glass building in central London. Damian corporation. Newly launched, already making waves in the corporate world. The company logo, bold and metallic against the polished stone, gleamed under the soft September sun. The hum of conversation around the building turned to an excited buzz as the car opened with a swift hiss, cameras flashed. Reporters surged forward. The tall, striking man who stepped out of the car in tailored black suit that matched his car, sharp and commanding. Effortlessly powerful. Alpha Damian, young and yet a mysterious mogul in both business and supernatural worlds.

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

Xavier seethed making Damien rolled his eyes while Sinister grinned evilly. "Your reminding me of a fox from the story 'Grapes are sour' one. When you couldn't get what you want you named it useless. Amazing way to call yourself precious when your nothing but an arrogant fool." Sinister mocked him making him curled his hand into a fist. "Sinister," Damien warned the grinning guy who held his arms up in a surrendering manner. Damien is the elder member of their circle. Then Xavier and Rafael. And the youngest among them is Sinister. Xavier and Rafael got the inheritance from their fathers as they were the only legitimate heirs.

They immediately got out of the pool when they saw him entering the room. Every single one of them was tall with a model-like physique. Their faces even had resemblances to certain celebrities. He recognized these people as the current representative gamers of Team XS. They approached him while drying their wet hair at the same time. A ruffian-looking youngster reached his hand out to Leon first. “Hi, it's nice to meet you. I’m Damien, the Jungler on the team. My ID in the game is Mo.” Damien was the top-ranked Jungler in League of Legends. Of course, he knew of him.