Damon Degrassi Novels & Stories

Damien I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of frustration that had consumed me since the encounter with Monroe. Despite my best efforts, he remained elusive, a shadowy figure lurking just beyond the reach of my grasp, taunting me with his insidious presence. I knew that if I wanted to get any closer to him, I would have to shed the trappings of my corporate identity and embrace the instincts of a soldier once more. It was a daunting prospect, one that filled me with equal parts trepidation and determination. But as the hours dragged on, each passing moment serving as a painful reminder of my failure to protect those I held dear, I knew that I had no choice but to act.

“We’re raising funds and matchmaking. Two of my favorite hobbies.” Damon sighed as they made their way in. His father was already shaking hands with important donors and waving toward a line of guests clearly waiting for him. “Here we go,” Damon whispered. The first woman was Veronica Tanaka, CEO of an AI medical diagnostics startup. She was brilliant, stunning in a crimson gown, and terrifyingly intense. “Imagine it,” she said, leaning in. “Your logistics infrastructure combined with my real-time data analysis—we could revolutionize disaster response globally.” “That sounds… ambitious,” Damon said.

Damon frowned. “Who approved this?” He clicked on the record. The authorization code appeared on the screen. Damon’s expression hardened as he recognized the code instantly. It belonged to someone with executive clearance, someone who technically shouldn’t have access to financial transfers anymore. Someone who had already died. Damon leaned closer to the screen. “This doesn’t make sense.” Before he could investigate further, his phone rang. Unknown number. Damon hesitated, then answered. “Yes?” A calm voice replied. “Mr. Moretti.”

Or at least Silas as an infant. The image had been taken years ago. Before the fire. Before everything collapsed. Damian’s fingers tightened on the desk. Another message appeared. Now do you believe me? Damian typed slowly. Who are you? This time the reply took longer. When it arrived, it was only three words. Dr. Miriam Hale. Damian stared at the screen. For weeks he had been searching for that name. The lead scientist of Project Aurora. Officially missing. Presumed dead after the hospital fire.

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

Marcus had talked about him the last few times we had spoken. The Demon Wolf as he was better known. Every few generations an Alpha would be born with him. Usually they became cruel and sadistic, Aamon eventually taking over fully. Hunters were well acquainted with the stories because when a new demon wolf was awakened, it usually meant that the elite hunters were sent to kill them before he could take over. Here I, an elite hunter, staring down the eyes of Aamon who was my mate. Desmond was strong enough to hold him back though. Until now, until I showed up and refused to see him.

He had a crewcut, and his hair was peppered with gray. As the middle-aged man walked closer, almost all the reporters turned to him. Even ordinary Dramonian citizens knew who he was, as did the reporters of the international media outlets. The man was Teagan Druckson, who had insisted that Dramon was the source of the pandemic that had taken place three years earlier! When he squeezed out of the crowd and saw that Marx and the reporter were sprawled on the ground in puddles of blood, the muscles on his dark face twitched involuntarily.

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.

His raven black short hair shines at the light of the small chandelier, although his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down, Ariz knew how beautiful his emerald green eyes are. Nobel Damian Lewis is his full name. At the age of 23, he is already a well-known parapsychologist, professor/researcher in British Society for Psychic Research that studied paranormal activities both those blamed to be cause by entities, and those believed to be cause by the mysterious ability of human mind. Aside from his genius mind, Nobel is also popular because of his handsome looks. With the height of 5’11, a lean body, and his pale white skin, people once asked her if her boss is a real living vampire.