Novel & Cerita Meaning Of Damian Name Devil

He looked like the devil not because of looks, even I could see he was handsome but his eyes, his eyes were pure evil. “Tell me who you are, Hybrid" He muttered as his eyes stared suspiciously at me. “I'm Damian, one of the survivors from the massacre that happened to my people years ago. I'm sure you must have heard of it?" I questioned and he scoffed. “Well I was just a kid then but I heard of it. I also heard the leaders of your people didn't want my help so my father didn't help them" He uttered and I frowned. Why hadn't my parents wanted their help? There has to be a reason.

I asked calmly. She hesitated. “No.” I nodded slowly. “Human then.” That made things even better. I couldn’t sense a wolf on her, but her connection to Damien was clear as day. My smirk widened slightly. Who said a devil couldn’t have a weakness? Damien had been threatening me, cornering me, trying to destroy everything I was rebuilding by using Esme and Lior, It was only fair that I returned the favor. I tilted my head slightly. “What’s your name?” I asked.

A psychopathic one I barely remember! "It is said that the devil you know is better than the angel you are just getting to know. That means that William who is a close friend and an alias of your parents is better than Damien who maltreated you and just happens to care for you because of the mate bond you shared." Layla started trying to convince Ariel. Both of them are scumbag, but William is creepily worse!

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.

Damian waved them off violently, still coughing, still staring at Nikolai like the child had just flipped the world upside down. The name had come out of the boy’s mouth so casually. So confidently. Like it belonged there. Like it wasn’t the name of the very man sitting in front of him. Damian’s gray eyes locked onto Nikolai’s face again, sharper now, burning through him. “Say that again,” Damian rasped. Nikolai frowned, irritated. “Damian Blackwell.” Damian’s fingers were still wrapped around Nikolai’s wrist. But now the grip wasn’t about stopping him from taking money.

His eyes were pryingly gazing at Damien as if he would escape in just a blink of an eye. "You came right here for your death then. Well, I wouldn't ask how to get out from the chain and ruins binding you, I guess you are the Devil's son indeed" Damien said and it ignited whispers among the pack members. The devil's son? What? For real? Is he the main deal? Then we are all in danger? The pack members kept whispering but it was louder to all ears since those present were all werewolves and demons. The more they talked, the more they stepped back in fear.

I said quietly. He slowly lowered his gun, the sound of metal against the deck echoing in the heavy silence. Damian stepped between us again, his voice soft now. “It’s funny, really. The king stripped of his crown and his knights turned against him.” He gestured toward Michael. “And the fallen angel who thought he could escape hell.” Michael glared at him. “You’re not a god, Damian. You’re just a man who doesn’t know when to stop.” “Maybe,” Damian said, nodding his head. “But stopping is for people who are not as ambitious as i am.”

he sensed my confusion and ask looking straight in my eyes. "Who is Damian then?" "Melantha is the second wife of my father and he is her son." And here drop the another bomb on my delicate brain. "H..he is" "Devil" he complete my word. That's why his eyes turn pitch black and the aura is bone chilling, and that bastard say that I'm hallucinating. I clench my jaw wants to claw his face right now for lying to me. I fist my hand tight try to control my anger.

"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."

Damian yelled back at me without any form of anger in him nor anger in his actions. " He sent you " I rubbed my hair losing the rubber band I used to pack my hair in a ponytail style. " Am against him" Damian stood up from his comfort zone and headed towards me who sat on the floor sobbing in silence hardly. " Are you serious" I stood up wiping my tears out with my palm. "He wicked, cruel and greedy at the same time,e" Damian said putting his hands on his waist. " But he's still got chosen by the Luna and moon goddess" I voiced out in a calm tone.