Is Damien A Biblical Name Novels & Stories

“That’s the codename they gave you?” “It’s not a codename,” he grumbles sheepishly. “That’s what I am.” “You’re not making any sense.” He shakes his head. “I’ve already said too much.” “Just tell me your name. I can’t very well call out for the Bastard every time I need something. That’s just plain rude.” The man regards me carefully. He doesn’t have the same ferocity as the rest of them. He isn’t as abrasive as the Boss, as cold as One-Eye, as hot-headed as Fists, or as sly as the Closer. The best chance I have of surviving this situation is building a rapport with one of my captors, and I’m pretty sure the Bastard is my best bet. “Damien,” he answers finally. “My name is Damien.”

“I’ve not heard your stupid voice for two whole weeks!” Damien pats my shoulder awkwardly, “Normally, that would make you happy.” I wipe my eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He studies me, “So, I’m healing. That’s a good thing.” “No, it’s not,” I say, urgently, my voice still rough. “Damien, you’re barely alive. Caleb doesn’t think he can keep you that way-” “Caleb?” Damien’s tone takes on a dangerous edge. “Who’s Caleb?”

"Where did you hear that name?" "Does it matter?" "Yes." "Why?" His father turned. "Because there are things you don't touch." Damien laughed softly. "You're afraid of her." "I'm afraid of what comes with her." That answer silenced him. For several seconds, neither spoke. Then Damien slowly stood. "The King of the Deep." His father's expression changed again. Damien continued. "I've read about him." "Then you've read enough." "No." Damien's voice hardened. "I haven't."

Emily said, her eyes gazing at him perfectly. They all took turn studying the baby, their eyes piercing into the baby's skin, he bursted out crying again. "Niccy," Nova peered down at her. "What do you want to name her?" Niccy curled her lips up, her brain working for possible names to give him. She glanced at Nikky, and he muttered a letter. 'D,' Possible names that started with 'D', she had one clearly in mind. "Damien, his name should be Damien," They all gazed at her.

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

He didn't call his name because he didn't want to gather or attract any attention to himself plus he had to make sure that Alex would be the only one there. He checked all the spots that he knew Damien to always be at. Alex was about to give up his search for him when he saw Damien coming down the stairs that led to the attic. "What's wrong? Why were you screaming my name like that?" Damien 's face contorted into a slight frown that disappeared like it never appeared in the first place. Alex heaved a sigh of relief as he walked in haste in a bid to meet Damien 's pace who turned towards another direction as he dragged the decoration lights with him. Damien suddenly stood frozen on a spot whe

He growled, his chest heaving as murderous intent filled him. “Who dares to attack me?” he hissed. His eyes were bloodied, so he couldn’t quite see Aria’s face, but he could see her figure, and he knew he was talking to a woman, “Do you even know who I am?" His chest swelled with pride as he roared, "I am Damien, son of Elder Faen;” He said that last part with pride and conviction, as though he was expecting her to grovel and prostrate herself at the name.

She made her point. "Okay ma. I promise not to interfare but I don't like this mood you are in so let us make a joke out of it. What is his name?" I asked. " His name is Damien." She replied. "Why do I feel I know him?" "Because you do." "Who is he?" I tried not to look serious so that she would tell me. "He is Kira's brother. The boy that lost his father was not quite long. I don't know if that is why I can't say a word when he talks. It is so annoying."

, the intruder said, but I could hear trembling in his voice. Come to think of it, I didn't even know the dude's name. I had gotten so perfectly used to calling him the intruder. “Damien, don't you dare give me excuses”. I could see Uriel's hands tightening over his brother's collar. Oh, Damien, that was his name. A nice name for a breathtaking fellow I guess. He looked almost exactly like Uriel except for the different colours of their eyes, and the different colours and styles of hair, and he was not as handsome and collected as Uriel. I could tell they were twins by the way. That was a story Uriel still had to tell me.

Steven still had things to say but Damien snapped at him, "No need of a nickname. You understand?" "Yes, Sir. I am Sorry." Steven apologized immediately, trying not to piss off Damien. Without answering, Damien cut off the line somewhat thrilled with the meaning of Eden's name. He didn’t know it. But more than Heaven, Hell would suit her well with his condition. He concluded. Gulping down the left of bourbon from his glass, he stood up. Julian immediately asked, "Leaving already?" Damien nodded. His work was done. He was just waiting for this call, in case he needed to show up there and drag Eden if she was up to something stupid.