Older Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

His curse was a prison, one he had earned by rejecting his first love, and now he was condemned to an eternity without a mate. He descended the cliffside with the grace of a predator, joining the fray. His presence alone sent waves of fear through the Shadow Fang wolves. He was a legend, a monster whispered about in fearful tones. As he tore through their ranks, his movements were precise and deadly, a testament to centuries of combat experience. The battle was over swiftly, the Shadow Fangs retreating into the darkness. Liam, Marcus's loyal Beta, approached, his fur matted with blood and dirt. "Alpha, we have secured the territory."

I heard him say. “What’s up?” “It’s crazy. It’s the Eric Circle Pack. Damn! They lost Damian. They lost their alpha.” Boom! Here we go. I sipped from a cup of coffee as I placed my ears on their voice vibration, hearing them clearly enough from the distance. “Are you being serious? What happened to Damian?” “The news has it that he was attacked, but his actual cause of death was slipping and falling. He broke his neck by the bathtub.”

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

… As the doctor rushed to the ER with the stretcher cart, Damon yelled at those in the way, "Get out of the way!" Waylon was wearing an oxygen mask, and his face was filled with blood. The door to the ER slammed shut, and the red light came on. Damon punched the wall in anger, and the others who came after him stopped in their tracks, their faces full of shock. One of them came forward and asked, “How is Master Wayne?” Damon replied dejectedly. “I was too late. Master Wayne is seriously injured.”

Damian's last name was Moretti. Lorenzo Moretti's Moretti.

His words turned into a wail as he dropped his resistance and fell his face into Aunt Carmen’s warmth and embrace. “Your Mum and Daddy will not return soon.” She sobbed. His little shrieking, teary voice piece through her heart as his lips brushed her ear, “Will Dan come and play with me?” “Your brother will only return when Mummy and Daddy decide.” She explained calmly. Damian was a smart-ass kid. He perceived that his world had come to an end. He has lived with that untold depth of wilderness in his heart, the pain of losing his heroes and that one person who never failed to remind him that big bro has your back.

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."

Damien did not know why Emily asked him to give the phone to Wayne, but he obediently give the phone to Wayne. "Sister Emily, asked you to answer the phone." Damien handed the phone to Wayne. For some reason, Wayne smiled. He grabbed the phone and said, "I'm Wayne." Hearing that it was Wayne's voice, Emily smiled evilly and said, "You have to be good to my Damien. Also, don't hurt him. My Damien is afraid of pain. If you have time, bring him back to see me and Stella." On this side, Emily said a lot of words that Stella could not understand.

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

Even though Kayson’s lightning energy did not counter his negative energy, there was no way he could defend himself against an attack from Kayson. Damian was an elite fighter from the Skyspring Wolfendens. He was only half a step away from entering the gold stage, but he met his demise at the hands of Kayson today. “Dr. Yarde... Are you a pre-celestial energy user?” Gerald did not know how to put his feelings into words right now. If he could get someone like Kayson to help his family, he might be able to bring his family to the next level and reach the heights of the six great families.