Pokemon Damian Novels & Stories

So she yelled at him. "Damien, stop! First you have to be treated and then we'll talk about something else!" But Damien turned a deaf ear, he kept running and his running ability was above average. He even surpassed Alpha Darren this time. Meanwhile Diana knew that if Damien wasn't stopped right now, then either something bad would happen to him or to them. So Diana was forced to make an extreme choice. "I'm sorry Damien!" Diana stopped and picked up a rock and threw it at Damien's head.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you seem good for him.” I almost dropped the teapot. “Me.......?” “Yes, dear.” Her eyes softened. “Damian has always been… controlled. Too controlled. He carries his father’s name like it’s armor and chains at the same time.” She sighed. “He needed someone who sees the man, not the title.” Something tugged deep in my chest. “Damian is… complicated,” I said softly. “Of course he is. You don’t build an empire without learning to lock a few doors in your heart.” She smiled knowingly. “But he’s opening those doors for you. I can see it.”

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

She asked, and Mario rolled his eyes. “We brought them here from our pack grounds. We figured that it would be best for you two to start training using them, and I knew that there was no better way to start doing so than to bring them here. As usual, your mother may or may not like that, but at this point, I care less about what she might think of this when it is your lives that are in danger.” Mario said, and mom shook her head. “Whoever it is that we are fighting, Cosimo included, are going to have stronger weapons, more developed. And believe me, if we are going to keep giving them less power, they are going to end up being harmed. And I do not intend to lose my son…”

Diablo said with a smile. The little girl went to her father, hiding from Damien. He paid her no attention to her and helped himself to a seat. “Did you find the name of the trader that sold the bomb. That’s the last piece of information I need to file a case.” Damien took out a file from the suit case he came with. “A case against this Debby?” Diablo raised a brow. “You’ve gone quite soft. Why not send some good men to beat her up? It won’t cost you a dime if you want me to help.”

I looked up. Damien stood three feet away. He was eighteen now, taller than I remembered, jaw sharper, eyes darker. He wore a black training shirt, and there was dried blood on his knuckles from sparring. He stared at me the way a man stares at something in his path that he has not decided whether to step over or crush. The pull hit him too. I saw it. One fraction of a second where his eyes changed, where something animal and ancient moved across his face. Mate.

Liam interrupted, and Damian's gaze shifted towards Liam again, who stood by my side with a self-satisfied smirk, and a knot formed in my stomach. At this point, I was getting nervous, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on the upper side of my head from this sudden and unexpected confrontation. The air thickened with an unspoken history, and I braced myself for the storm that seemed imminent. "Anyway, you don't have to answer that, Ruby," Liam said, noticing my speechlessness. "Meet Damian, an old acquaintance who was once under my care back when we were training to become alphas at the werewolf academy. He was young and calm, but after he lost Ava, he lost it and changed into a monster

It was DAMIAN. Where did he get my address?

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

He read: "Saw him today. The junior tournament. Number 17. Rebels. He scored twice. I couldn't stop staring." Sebastian's brow furrowed. "I asked around. His name is Damian Volkov. He's from the same city as me. He plays with a chip on his shoulder, like he's trying to prove something. I want to know what." Damian turned the page. "Day 47. We played the Rebels again. I checked him into the boards. He got up and smiled at the ref. I wanted to kill the ref." Sebastian's mouth twitched. Almost a smile.