Damien Wayne Novels & Stories

User ID: Wei Chen Status: Terminated / Blacklisted (March 11, 2011) Damien stopped breathing. The air in his lungs turned to lead. "Wei," he whispered, his voice cracking in the empty room. The name dragged up a suffocating tide of memories Damien had spent more than a decade trying to forget. Wei Chen hadn't just been a brilliant system architect; he had been Damien's first real mentor. In 2011, when Damien was a young, hollowed-out heir suffocating under the relentless, abusive perfectionism of Victor Hawthorne, Wei was the only person who had shown him genuine kindness. He was the quiet, patient man who had sat with him until dawn, teaching him how to write elegant, flawless code, showing

Ever vigilant, ever protective. Finally,the rear door opened . Damien Blackwood stepped out,dressed in a tailored black suit. Cold, powerful and untouchable. His mere presence commanded the entire space. Whispers immediately spread. “ That`s Damien Blackwood , the youngest billionaire in the country. He is even more handsome in person.” “ Why is he here?,” No one knew. Except Lucas, because his Alpha true purpose has nothing to do with business. He had come for his mate. Damien`s red eyes briefly swept across the building. His wolf stirred, because his mate was very close. The sensation was stronger now. She was here, inside this building.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

And since they had been in their hands for more than twenty years, no one else knew anything. Dura motioned for Rasha to open the door, and she did so cautiously. Standing outside was a tall, dark-haired man with piercing green eyes. He wore a long black coat and carried a sword at his side. "Who are you?" Dura demanded, stepping forward. The man bowed slightly. "My name is Damien. I am a werewolf, and I have come to offer my assistance." The rebels were skeptical, but they had no other options. They allowed Damien to enter the cabin, and he immediately went to the table where the demigods lay.

He said again and I smiled at Laura. “He thinks that he is superman.” I said and Damien looked at me. “I am superman or haven't you noticed that I have been the one saving you guys from problems for a long time now? When those thieves attack who was it that came to your rescue?” I just enjoyed listening to Damien rant about how good he was and how he had saved us. “Well, I didn't know you were batman. I would have married you.” I said outloud, expecting everyone to burst out in laughter but Damien didn't even smile. It seemed like marriage wasn't a topic he loved talking about.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

from Damien? A scowl twisted my lips as I thought of the man that had stolen Vivian's heart. Damien was dangerous, no doubt about that. But Vivian didn’t know that. She didn’t know the world she was involved in, didn’t know the kind of person she was surrounded by. **Damien Sullivan was a part of the Cosa Nostra**, and that meant he was a part of something far darker than she could imagine.

Damien did not know why Emily asked him to give the phone to Wayne, but he obediently give the phone to Wayne. "Sister Emily, asked you to answer the phone." Damien handed the phone to Wayne. For some reason, Wayne smiled. He grabbed the phone and said, "I'm Wayne." Hearing that it was Wayne's voice, Emily smiled evilly and said, "You have to be good to my Damien. Also, don't hurt him. My Damien is afraid of pain. If you have time, bring him back to see me and Stella." On this side, Emily said a lot of words that Stella could not understand.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.