Older Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

The warlock shrieked behind him, and Damien was startled by how close the man had gotten to him, without him even knowing. “Ameris? The ancient witch?” Dan spoke up boldly, scoffing at the mere thought. “There is no Ameris here, now go away. And you,” he turned to Damien. “I can’t believe that you’re pussy enough to get help from a warlock. It means that you were too intimidated by us, huh?” He mocked, but Damien ignored him. He would be dead soon, so there was no point in bantering with a walking dead person. Instead, his eyes were trained on the woman cowering beside Dan in his presence. From the looks alone, Damien had deduced that she was Cassandra’s mother already.

Everything about Damien was perfect, he has the money, the looks and everything any girl would want in a man, but the big problem about Vincent is that he is not serious. Apart from his company, he takes everything as a joke, most especially his love life. He doesn’t even have one to begin with, cuz he is not interested in dating, and only focus on having a one night stand with ladies who threw themselves at him. Damien came downstairs after he was done having his bath. He was wearing a loose joggers and a big black shirt. His diamond earrings were on his ears doing its work. He came downstairs and met his Aunt and cousin sitting on the dining table eating.

Olivia stuttered, screaming. “I do not have a mother,” Damian snapped. His eyes moved to the maid who was in tears “You are lucky that you spoke the truth, untie her” He ordered. She wept, thanking us. I felt bad that Olivia made her poison me after she threatened to kill her child. Damian slit Dorathus' neck. He moved to Olivia “Y.. you can't do this, please” She stuttered, begging. “You should have thought about that when you not only lied to me but also tried to kill my unborn child and destroy her womb” Damian

“Shay is one of my best friends and my commander, she is almost like a sister to me. I meant no disrespect. But start talking, both of you, when did this happen?” Damian cleared his throat. “I apologise too. This is all new to me and I’m trying to get a grasp on my wolf. We have waited on our mate for quite a few years and he is out of himself with excitement right now, trying to claw his way out of me and take over control. I am Damian, head warrior of the Nightblade pack. It is an honour to meet a person who means a lot to my mate, and I can already tell it is just so. Once again, I am sorry for losing it.””

Olivia’s PoV Damian stood by the door. I could feel his wolf’s aura radiating possessiveness. If only I could mind-link him, I’m sure he does not agree with what Damian did to Vanilla. He was always so gentle to both of us. “I was talking to Adam, your brother’s ex Beta.” After his sister Katherine became Damian’s Beta, Adam moved to the Crow Pack where he is the Beta now. Damian scoffed, he and Adam didn’t have a good relationship, so I’m not worried about Damian discovering my lie.

Damian’s mouth thinned into a hard, surgical line. "You think you’re the only one who has survived a Correction?" He released my wrist. Before I could pull away, he unbuttoned his shirt. He didn't stop until the fabric fell open, exposing his left shoulder. Carved into the tanned skin was a jagged map of scar tissue. It wasn't a clean surgical incision. It was a chaotic, puckered mess—the work of a high-frequency harvesting lance. "Twenty-two years ago," Damian said. His voice was flat, stripped of all corporate affectation. "The Alps. Summer estate. The Syndicate decided my father’s branch was a liability. A Market Correction. They sent the Harvesters in before dawn. I was six."

Aria looked like she’d swallowed her own ego. It was glorious. But the second I slid into the back of that limo, the door shutting me away from their glares, the cracks in my armor gave way. My chest caved. Tears stung my eyes. My throat burned. I’d just walked away from everything. My family. My home. The girl I’d been for twenty-two years. And for what? A gamble. A man whose name was whispered like both a curse and a prayer. Lucian Moretti.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

Damian shook his head. “Alright, it's okay. I'm not the star anyways.” Avery shrugged her shoulders. “It's not like I am one,” Damian chuckled. “I just released one song, you know.” “But I know you'll release many others, Dam. Your first song is already a success.” “Thanks to you,” Damian smiled, making his girlfriend blush. “Alright, just stand there in the middle of the grass. Yeah, like this.” Tom was adjusting his camera to have the best shot of Nate in nature.

*** Caspian sat in Damian’s living room, the space filled with the scent of expensive cigars and the warm aroma of sandalwood from the aromatherapy candles his cousin always kept lit. Meanwhile, Damian lounged on the sofa across from him. Known as one of the “mafia of business,” Damian wore a shirt with several buttons left undone. He took a drag from the cigar in his hand before speaking. “Why are you so stressed about finding another way?” Damian asked casually. He placed the cigar in a crystal ashtray and leaned back. “Cassandra isn’t married to Alaric. That means you still have a huge chance to win her heart—and her body.”