Injustice 2 Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

Max asked, his tone even. Damian chuckled. “She pays well.” “Then she overestimated your skills,” Max said coldly. “Because you’re not getting out of here alive.” Damian’s smirk faltered. Then— A single gunshot rang out. Ray had moved like a shadow, shooting Damian in the arm before he could react. The knife clattered to the ground as Damian let out a sharp cry. Max didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, his fist colliding with Damian’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“ I will kill you all!” I growl out so loudly that I can feel the whole warehouse shake. “ Mr. Stark, what they said is true. Gina is the one to blame. You are an impartial king. You will not kill us for no reason, right?” Damían stands up from the ground. He bows and balances himself by leaning on the wall. His eyes look sincere and humble.

The bear ignored him, continuing to shred the contents of the backpack. He found his spot and gathered himself for one more leap. This time the bear wouldn't be able to swipe at him so easily, or put as much force into a swing. He didn't need to have another one of those. When the bear shoved its head into the food wrappings, Damien made his move. He shot forward, digging his muzzle into the open wound on the bear's neck, reaching that prize, the jugular and the windpipe in one bite. He bit down as hard as he could, locking his jaws down on those precious tubes of life-sustaining flesh and muscle.

My mind drifted back to what Cassandra had said about Erica having a son for Damian. So after Damian sent my mother to jail, he is still having the perfect life with his lover. I want my pound of flesh and I don't care if it comes with broken bones. Damian Anderson will pay for all the privileges he denied my mother after his father's death. The rattling of handcuffs, dildo, and the whip dropped on the bed reminded me of my present predicament. I looked at the monster before me, his eyes were dark red, filled with deadly desires, his face partly burnt, his dick hard and huge. I took a syringe filled with morphine and injected it into my system.

I scream running back to the black Cadillac, our car. “Stop her!!!” someone shouts but I keep on going, the moment I reach the car I open the door and what I see has me tongue tied. On the driver’s seat laid Jeremy, blood all over him; a sharp, deep cut on the hand that had the black and white bracelet (our friendship bracelet). I looked at my wrist but there was nothing. I could not believe Jeremy was laying there, a black triangle near him and his left wrist had a black cloth tied on it.

Diablo said with a smile. The little girl went to her father, hiding from Damien. He paid her no attention to her and helped himself to a seat. “Did you find the name of the trader that sold the bomb. That’s the last piece of information I need to file a case.” Damien took out a file from the suit case he came with. “A case against this Debby?” Diablo raised a brow. “You’ve gone quite soft. Why not send some good men to beat her up? It won’t cost you a dime if you want me to help.”

He chuckled and said, "Tone down your voice." Drake let out a long sigh before casting an eye across to Emily. He gave her a little head shake before gently petting her pallid hand. Damn it! There is an issue with the Alpha, who appears to have a problem with his stray. ’ Dillon had this concept about the beta. He considered asking him for more but ultimately decided against it. After Drake had finished speaking, Dillon maintained his silence. “Dillon?” "Yes, alpha?" Drake sighed. He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?"

“Then head away now. Maddox is waiting at the bottom of these gardens, past a large fountain with a motorbike. I’ll come in a few minutes.” Maddox stood as instructed. Black t-shirt, pants and silver eyes made him appear fearsome to anyone who didn’t know how loyal a Beta he could be. A gleaming silver Ducati waited for me. “I don’t have any supplies, sorry, just the bike.” “Thank you for not leaving me with him.” He bristled at the idea, his grey eyes glinting under the shade of the trees. “Never, I am proud to be a Beta Warrior.”

Damian is bigger and stronger but Jason is quicker and smarter so there is no way in telling who'll win. After 5 minutes of intense wrestling and near takedowns Jason manages to land a kick to the back of Damian's knees, knocking him down long enough to straddle him and pin him to the mat. Ten seconds pass with Damian still not being able to get up making Jason the winner. Jason hops off his brother helping him up as they give each other a brotherly hug and back slap. Only then do they notice me sitting on the bench. "Well hello there sweetheart, enjoying the show." Damian says jokingly with a gentlemanly bow.

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.