Older Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

I start off towards the cemetery. He doesn't question me and instead follows my lead. We enter the cemetery as I walk towards a big headstone. Sean Mayflower Dedicated War Hero and Family Man 1089-1130 A stray tear slips out as I sit down in front of the grave. "Hi Dad." Damian sits down beside me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "I'd like for you to meet Damian. He's my boyfriend. Mom approves of him but I figured you'd like to meet him. I promise he's treating me well. You know I'd kick his ass if he didn't." I chuckle a little but it's half hearted. "Mom is doing good and so is Rose. Her little boy Jacob is growing up fast. He just turned 12. He hopes to be just like you someday. Binx is

“Apart from Zeke out there, whose mind is fucking mush right now who have I got? There's a few old-guard Beta’s from the old days like Lyon but they’re all retired. There's just me and whatever the hell I can conjure up in the next few hours. I mean I’ll promote from within and say the right things but whether they even want to step up and be a Warrior, knowing war is coming…” “I have Beta Maddox and Adrian. If you want one of them for a bodyguard or to bolster your own you can have them but they’re the only two I’ve got that have my trust. My mother has lost her stability again. I’d say White Forest is on its knees too.” Cillian kept his voice low, knowing a tent of white fabric walls was h

We saw Neal approaching Qiatssiah, smirking. Damian was ready to tear him into pieces when I grabbed his arm. This isn't the right moment. " why?" he asked, calming his nerves. " whyyyyyyyy?" this time he shouted at Neal. " why? Seriously Damian Black? Did you really not recognize me? You remember Antonio Romanov? I bet you do. Because it was your fucking father who killed his own Beta. You remember?" Neal shouted. Damian was standing there, stunned. He was reminiscing his past. What happened fourteen years back!

The lies. Damian gritted his teeth and brought the glass to his lips, the whiskey burning as it went down. He couldn’t let it go, not yet. Lucas was dead, but there was still unfinished business. With a deep breath, Damian dialed a number. It rang twice before a gruff voice answered. “This is Carter.” “It’s me,” Damian said, his voice steady but laced with tension. “Mr. Wolfe,” Carter replied, his tone immediately more formal. “What can I do for you?”

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow, But I turn and walk away, leaving him kneeling, alone tomorrow. I turn back to face Darrick, resolute and firm, "I omega Vixen Blackhart, daughter of omega Phillip reject you, Darrick was my given mate " I declare, as my mate, forever to confirm. Darrick's face crumbles, hope extinguished in his eyes, "I wish you well," I say sincere, for his future, a peaceful surprise. May you find peace and love, but not with me,

came the equally thunderous response from his audience. “Good! Now get your asses back to work!” He ordered. After they left, Baines turned to see one person had stayed behind. It was the dead cop's partner, Damian Wayde. Damian was tall with tanned skin that was a result of staying outdoors most of the time, and a barely receding hairline of curly hair that was one of the most remarkable things about him.

“That cartel—Val de Oro—they only work by proxy. Quiet moves, strategic placement. They don’t announce. They signal. That card? It means ‘we’re watching.’ It’s never dropped unless it’s personal.” “But we didn’t touch them,” Damon said. “No,” I replied. “But Damian did. Years ago. Slaughtered two of their local handlers to scare them off. And now they’re crawling back through a side door.” Matteo swore under his breath. “They didn’t take anything because they didn’t need to,” I said. “They wanted us to find the card. They wanted me to know.” “Then why leave Adrien out of it?” Damon asked. “Why not just go after Damian directly?”

It melted my heart every time. I smiled as I watched them together, a strange ache blooming in my chest—a blend of pride, love, and a touch of longing. But there was still someone missing from this perfect picture. Damian had left three days ago to visit Silverclaw territory, checking in on how Luther was managing things, now that the transition of power was complete. Even though the trauma of the past lingered, Damian had made it a point to rebuild bridges and offer guidance when needed. It was who he was now: not just a mate, not just a father, but a leader of peace.

Sam found a towel nearby, bunched it up, and shoved it in Wyatt's mouth. Once that was done, Sawyer hit the speaker button. "There's nobody here. What's on your mind?" "Great, I'll cut to the chase. I heard that Damian just got crushed by you—nice work there. His brother, Wyatt, is with you right now, isn't he?" Sawyer said, "Yeah. I just found out he's connected to Damian, so I got him locked down." Torven kept his cool. "Here's my pitch. Damian called me earlier and wants me to mess with your company. We both know I could make that happen pretty easily. For you, that means watching everything you built fall apart."