Older Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

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.

His father died in battle, fighting the then-southern Alpha. Damian became the Alpha and she, his Luna. Everything was going perfect. She would bear children and they would one day be Alphas. She would lead the park alongside her husband till her last day. But everything changed. The blonde girl came along. An omega. A commoner. Damian's mate. A dangerous coward who could only rely on the help of a bow and arrow to kill her in her previous life.

She paused at two names:Wyatt and Damian. Wyatt was a surgeon, but he knew Marvin. It wouldn't be safe to involve him. “I'll call Damian. He studied medicine and did an internship in his family's hospital. Plus, he's unaware of who Marvin is,"Renee told Sarah. Dialing Damian’s number, Renee remembered that he had once blacklisted her, but it appeared that he had now removed her from the list, giving her a chance to reach him.

His brother still loves him and cares about him most. Damon's father, Michael Williams, also owned Williams Inc., which was the most successful business on the east side. They purchased small businesses and made them successful; they even had a few businesses with other packs. Since Damon was the second son of the Williams family, the CEO position was his, and he would do whatever it took to make sure it remained his. He didn't have any problems if, one day, his older brother wanted to be director. Even though his brother cannot become head of Williams Pack because of his beta nature, Damon will make sure he becomes director of William Inc.

His father is a businessman as well as the Crime Lord or the Don of the underground organization that controls the ins and outs of the City. As far as I know, Ciro Romano has eyes everywhere— except for me. It's been eight years since they last heard of me. That's when I burned down the orphanage, killing most of his men. I know they've been hunting for me for quite some time until they have to give up. Luckily, Rose Davis, my adopted mother traveled by the road I've been hiding the day she made an ultimate decision to transfer to Brakstone City, saving me from the hands of Ciro Romano. A distinctive car honk sounded outside making me grin. He’s here. I slung my bag on my shoulder, a practic

"But I was wrong. You're just selfish, and even when you're kind, it's calculated. If I hadn't saved your life, would you ever have come back to beg me?" When I finished, Damian, a man over six feet tall, suddenly seemed to lose all support and slowly crumpled. "I-I swear I'll change, Carla." That was when Ryder kicked the locked door of the private room open and yelled, "Damian, I warned you to stay away from Carla, didn't I?" He rolled up his sleeves and seemed ready to strike his fists on Damian, but the latter looked completely resigned. He stood rooted to the spot and waited for the blow.

Damian was beside him, shielding him with his body. For a moment, there was only ringing silence. Then the storm returned — wind, rain, thunder. Eli coughed, blinking through the haze. “You— you okay?” Damian nodded, grimacing. “He knew we’d follow.” “Then why blow it up?” “Because this isn’t the end,” Damian said, standing slowly. “It’s the opening move.” He looked back at the burning ruin of the hangar, the flames reflecting in his eyes. Carter Vale was alive.

“What do we do now?” Damian didn’t answer immediately. His mind raced, jaw tight. “Tell the delegate…” he began, voice low, steady, but his eyes dark as fire. “…to make the Wilson server slow down.” The command hung heavy in the air. Everyone froze. No one moved. Then Damian turned away, his reflection caught in the glass sharp, powerful, haunted. He whispered to himself, “What the hell are we all becoming?” Outside, thunder cracked over the city skyline, and somewhere across town, Aria’s laptop pinged a new notification lighting up the screen.

“You said you were there because my father called you.” “I was.” “Then what did you do after?” Damian’s expression didn’t change. “I left.” “You didn’t go back?” “No.” She stared at him for a long moment, trying to read his expression. It showed her nothing. “There’s proof you emailed him that night.” He frowned, slightly. “You’ve been enquiring again.” “Answer the question.” “I sent him a contract,” he said. “To terminate his access to the Seraphim prototype. He never signed it.”