Pokemon Damian Novels & Stories

That's why the emperor entrusted them with missions like this; their extraordinary speed and power made capturing enemies a breeze. "Three o'clock," Damian command via mind link, already leading the charge with his pack. He positioned himself behind the pirates boarding their ship, smuggling illegal drugs and other contraband from Summergrave. Even from a distance, Damian could spot the pirates. He stood atop the mountain while they lurked below in the ravine where their ship was anchored. Without hesitation, Damian fired at them. One fell, clutching crates of illegal drugs, plunging into the sea. The rest scattered swiftly, two of them hurriedly trying to hoist the ship's anchor.

Damian said. Emma gasped. “But it’s huge!” “Yes,” Damian replied solemnly. “That’s the point.” He carried it awkwardly under one arm as they left the shop, ignoring the looks and laughter from passersby. Arielle laughed so hard she had to stop walking. “You’re unbelievable.” “I am a married man,” Damian said gravely. “I make questionable choices now.” Emma hugged the stuffed lion fiercely. “I’m naming him Sir Roars-a-Lot.” “An excellent name,” Damian said.

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.

"You're still as naive as before. You could've teamed up with Jake and managed to survive, but your arrogance made you think you could beat me in a fair fight. This is where you lose, Fernanda. Prepare yourself." I ignored his provocations, maintaining a calm exterior. Facing someone as formidable as Damian required a composed mindset. Observing him carefully, I noted his subtle movements. Damian rarely attacked with his right hand, indicating he was left-handed and that his right side was likely his weak point. Armed with this insight, I prepared for his next move.

“Did you find it to your satisfaction?” “Oh,” Damian hums cheerfully. “If it were not, you would not be capable of speaking as you are at the moment; let alone any speech at all.” Mattel’s gaze flickers to this friend standing beside him. Even he has heard the rumors of what frightening things Prince Damian’s gift is capable of, on the human mind. When Damian was but a mere child, they say, he had rendered an attacker nearly brain-dead; left to be a vegetable, for the rest of his days.

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."

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

Arthur sighed before Diana smiled. “You don’t think that Damien will be settling down, do you?” she asked him before the Gamma shook his head. “Not in the least,” “Come on, give him some credit. Damien might be looking like a slacker but if anything, he was the fourth-strongest among you. You might need him later on if anything happens to the pack,” Diana said before Arthur snuggled against her neck, breathing in her scent. “Why are you so damn nice?” he mumbled before Diana chuckled lowly.

I look around Zane just in time to see one of his pack members lurching toward us. Holy fuck… Damian. The guy whose ass I kicked during my first sparring match with the males. He isn't fully human, but he isn't full wolf either. Damian is somewhere in between, similar to a lycan, but his deformed legs are crouched and his back hunched over, like he physically cannot stand upright. The fur on his back is black and wild, spiked in every direction. His hands are human, but with claws, the same way mine looks when I’m fighting a shift, but the skin is sickly pale, like that of a corpse, and every blue vein is visible.

"Believe in your power." "But..." Jimmy said something but the older couldn't hear him at all because of the loud sound of the water falling. Taegen closed the gap between them and nearly stuck his ear against Jimmy's mouth so that he hears what he has to say. "I don't know if I'll be able to protect us all!" Jimmy yelled, his tone full of worry. Taegen sighed and faced him. He rested his hands on his shoulders and stared at his watery eyes, "Together we can do everything Diamond." he said before raising his sword and pointing it toward the dark creatures.