Is Damien A Biblical Name Novels & Stories

“ I know about Laura, the Moon Goddess’s daughter and her purpose, I know of Hope as well.” At the mention of their names, Damian’s eyes darkened. His aura surged instinctively, but the man merely chuckled again. “There’s no need for that, Alpha.” He said calmly. “You see, everything your doing, everything you’re afraid of, was foreseen. Even your daughters silence.” “What do you mean?” Damian demanded. The ma tilted his head. “Tell me, Damian Of all the names in this world, why did you name her Hope.” Damian blinked, his breath catching for a moment. “Because… because it felt right.”

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?"

‘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?

“It feels like whoever is up there, God, Allah, Jesus…they’ve given me a second chance at being a mother.” “You know you can still have children.” Damien said. “I know that,” I nodded. But Neema looked so much like David that it made me think that he was David himself. Like he’d been reborn as Neema. “So, why were you calling Jonathan instead of me?” Damien finally asked and I took a second to consider my answer.

a deep baritone voice resounded from behind him and he was quickly towered by a masculine man with a rather cold look on his face. “Damien, what are you doing here? I thought you left after the dinner?” he asked. Damien is the world’s youngest Major General. He is also the eldest son of his Uncle, Asael Knoxx, and his wife Kirsten Knoxx. His uncle had three children with Kirsten and another daughter, Aria Pendragon, with his ex-fiance, Athalia Pendragon.

"Before all of this." Damian exhaled through his nose. A ghost of a laugh. "Unfortunately." Nova looked at him. "What happened to him?" Damian didn't answer right away. His hand curled over the armrest. When he did speak, it wasn't dramatic. No speech. Just a quiet offering. "My father didn't believe in softness. Not in me. Not in my mother." He paused. "My name, Dacian, wasn't a legacy. It was a curse. A chain he wrapped around my neck."

No way that this name could still exist. “Damien?” I repeated, the word foreign on my tongue. Liam didn’t speak. His whole body stiffened, his knuckles whitening against the table’s edge. I pressed. “Damien who?” I didnt know if I was ready for that answer but what did I have to lose. All I could do now was just pray and hope that it wasnt the same Damien that I thought. The boy’s voice cracked. “Damien Steele.” The air literally shattered and I could swore I heard Liam stop breathing.

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

he says quietly. "You've said that before," One of the two men who walked in last walked over to Damien's chair, leaning against the table. The taller man followed as well. "Hi Damien, my name is Zeus," Damien looked up at the guy, his eyes bloodshot. "I know you," Damien says quietly. "My Uncle talked about you," "And what about him?" Zeus pointed at the tall man who walked into Damien's line of vision. "I only know him from TV. I didn't know that he..." Damien trailed off.