Damon Maitsu Fanart Novels & Stories

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

Damon commanded and I took in a deep breath before clearing my throat. “I’ve found my mate. I met her today.” I blurted out. He looked shock and also happy by the news. “Congrats man. I’m happy for you. Finally, you get to meet your mate. I was predicting you’ll meet her at 50 but thankfully the moon goddess decided to have mercy on you.” He said teasingly. “It’s Liana, Roxanne’s sister. She’s my mate.” I let out awkwardly staring around so my eyes doesn’t meet his.

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

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I also have framed posters on my wall, but mine are of old sci-fi movies. People who don’t know Damon very well might expect him to have photos of fast cars or the All Blacks. He’s young and flash, and it’s true that he loves both of those things. But his offices bear beautiful oil paintings of Greek goddesses and angels in flowing white gowns with golden hair. Nobody ever guesses that he’s the artist. When I walk in, I discover him pacing up and down. One glance at his face tells me he’s furious. “What’s going on?” I ask.

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

making rose frown in confusion. "Do not stop yourself from moaning my name angel, never" saying that he entered one of his finger and her core clenched, He started thrusting his finger in and out adding another finger he curled his fingers making her arch her back... "B.. Boss" He pulled out his hand and gripped her jaw... "It's Damian for you, angel... do you understand?" Rose nodded and damian sat on his knees between her legs, he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off,

Damian steps in front of me, blocking me from the creepy guy's view. “What do you want and who are you?” Damian yells. “Oh pardon me. My name is Fujin, Master of the Yashida Clan. The order of wind and air.” He bows. “And I believe you are wanted by Lord Raiden, Mr. Morningstar.” He smiles darkly. Yashida? Where have I heard of that name before? “I ain’t going anywhere unless you need me for something.” Damian says. “Please Mr. Morningstar, don’t make this more difficult than it has to.”

So they understood that the house was quiet and there were only maids and guards besides Alpha Darren and Diana as the hosts of course. "Welcome," Diana said. She was as friendly as possible and also showed a cheerful face. Meanwhile Alpha Darren remained as usual cold towards them. "Congratulations on your pregnancy, Diana," Adam said to her. "Thank you. Please have a seat mother and father-in-law." It was time for the show to begin. The waiters started bringing out the food. And one of the waiters was Damien, who was in disguise. Either because they were not focused or because Damien's disguise was too great, Adam and Janette did not realize that the waiter who arranged the food in front o