Older Damian Wayne Novels & Stories

Though people always noticed the strong resemblances they just assumed as they said the blood of the males in the family was strong but in truth the only thing that had changed was Damians name by adding names such as junior or some other. And this continued throughout the end of the 19th century and the 20th century, the only thing that had changed was Damians ability to control himself while in the werewolf state though he occasionally lost control and stained his fur and body with blood. In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

The adrenaline that had carried me through the boardroom the fire that had allowed me to stare down Henderson and his pack of wolves had finally flickered out, leaving nothing but a cold, bone deep exhaustion in its wake. ​Damian didn't head for the bar as he usually did. He didn't check his phone or pace the length of the living room. He simply stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city lights as if he were seeing them for the first time. The cut over his eyebrow had stopped bleeding, but the dark bruise forming there was a jagged reminder that the "Ice King" was made of flesh and bone after all.

"Rocky, the damn boot has capsized." I cannot help but have a good inner chuckle at myself, but yet I know that he is not going to talk this rather well. See Damian does not deal well with rejection. When he did not make partner, he went on a rampage; not only did he scare the shit out of me, but he became a drunk that started to cheat on me. Now, this is something that my parents, especially my mom, do not know; Damian is like her little golden boy who is going to land outside on his ass. "Damian, I said leave. Do you want me to get security to kick your cheating ass out of here? I am sure I can still smell the perfume of the whore you had on your arm last night."

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

Tobey was quite satisfied with his handiwork and even pinched her waist again, making her squirm in his arms and beg for mercy. Damian had drunk himself into oblivion the night before and slept straight through to the next day. His phone had been on silent, so he missed all the calls from his friends. It wasn't until his agent, Bruce Zillman, came banging on his door early in the morning that he was finally dragged out of bed. Bruce had gone to bed early the previous night, feeling reassured that he had sent Damian home. He assumed Damian wouldn't stir up trouble. But first thing in the morning, he saw Damian had logged onto Twitter, voted for Chelsea, and even urged his fans to vote for her

Damian Today I’m going to the shop. It’s been about a week since my uncle Skull left and everything has been calm. I’m keeping my guard up but I’m glad there hasn’t been any retaliation for me kicking him out. As I walk in the custom bike shop, one of the many businesses the club owns, I notice two of the mechanics arguing and it’s getting louder. One of them a prospect named Koda is going toe to toe with my seargant at arms Ax.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.

He carried no laptop, no files, just himself. And somehow, that was enough. “Ms. Whitmore,” he greeted with a smooth nod. “Mr. Adams.” Ryan stiffened. “You know my name.” Damian smiled slightly. “I make it a habit to know the names of those who protect people I’m interested in.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “Interested? In what sense?” Damian looked at Aria. “In the business sense,” he said with a calm that didn’t fool anyone. Ryan reluctantly sat. Damian pulled out a chair opposite Aria and sat down. “I assume you’ve heard by now. I own Blackwood Holdings.”