Is Damien A Biblical Name Novels & Stories

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

“I think his name was David- Gabriel- nah it was Damien-” I didn’t wait to hear the rest. How had I allowed a rat into my base? I needed to get to Alma

Damian chuckled as he recalled his past, "Ah.... Why do I like the name Sira even more? I'm sure Sira has the Joy I've been looking for. "It feels like it's been a long time since I remember this moment," Damian muttered, leaning his body against the work chair that looked very soft and comfortable. He even closed his eyes for a moment. Hoping to dream of meeting Sira or Joy.

“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?”

Her childhood friend. “Damien.”

Castiel's P.O.V It felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Did Damien just say... Gabriel? I must have misheard him…right? I leaned in closer, my voice shaking slightly as I tried to correct him. "Damien, my name is Castiel. Not Gabriel." But Damien just kept talking, his words slurred and nonsensical. "Gabriel, please don't leave me. Come back to me…please.” His voice cracked with emotion. “I miss you so much."

he said " So.." " Ask your question and I will answer but you have to answer my own questions too," Fine by me. " What is your name?" I asked hopefully he will answer my question as he promised. " My name is Damien, " he replied, " now it's my turn, are you ready?" Damien... Damien... Damien... " Damien who? don't You have a surname?" I asked. " You didn't ask for my full name you only asked for my name." He said. " Will you answer my question?"

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

‘Your father, my love’, Amber said to herself. At that moment Julie coughed. Aaron raised his gaze, ready to study the woman who had been asked and what to say about Amber. Surely she felt how the ground split in two when her daughter asked that question, looking directly into her eyes. Nayara was really expecting a good answer since she had heard her mother call that name in her dreams. “Damien?” Aaron asked. “I’ve never heard that name. Who is he, Amber?” continued the man, leading his spoon filled with delicious food to his mouth.

Elara's POV “What is your real name!“ I snapped. “Elara…” he tried to step closer again. “Don't,” I spat, beckoning to him not to move, which he obeyed. “If you ever feel bad about our child's death, then tell me your real name, Damian.“ It was silent for a while. His gaze looked like someone who was helpless. “Damian Stormrider.“ Stormrider, is it?