Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

“ Mom , I……it’s not what it looks like . “ said Damian with a nervous smile . “ Oh , isn’t it sir Damian ! Some people came to attack him . He would have died had my son not used himself as a shield to protect him from the attacker’s attack . I guess I have all the rights in the world to be angry and to not like your son Diana . “ said madam Laura . When madam Diana heard it she turned her head towards her son and smiled at him in a threatening way . “ Son , is this true ? “ said madam Diana with a dark look . Damian gulped a little as things took a different turn every passing minute . “ You are done for . He he he he ! “ said mr Adam with a smirk . “ Are you happy old man ? “ said Damian a

“She disappeared when I was a baby. But Ghost showed me a recent photo today – one he’d been keeping as insurance. My mother, holding a baby. Our baby.” Elara’s mind reeled as she processed this revelation. “All this time... she’s been alive? Living here?” She glanced at the house again, trying to imagine the woman who had birthed Damian living within its walls, now caring for their son. “Apparently so,” Damian said, running a hand through his hair. “That woman in the photograph, the one I saw before Serena shot me. It was her. My mother.” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, decades of loss evident in those two syllables.

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

The warlock shrieked behind him, and Damien was startled by how close the man had gotten to him, without him even knowing. “Ameris? The ancient witch?” Dan spoke up boldly, scoffing at the mere thought. “There is no Ameris here, now go away. And you,” he turned to Damien. “I can’t believe that you’re pussy enough to get help from a warlock. It means that you were too intimidated by us, huh?” He mocked, but Damien ignored him. He would be dead soon, so there was no point in bantering with a walking dead person. Instead, his eyes were trained on the woman cowering beside Dan in his presence. From the looks alone, Damien had deduced that she was Cassandra’s mother already.

It was cold, precise, heavy with grief. I looked up to see Damian’s mother standing there, her eyes red-rimmed but hard, an impenetrable shield of calm grief. Her hand rested on the edge of the reception desk, knuckles white. My chest tightened as her gaze swept over me, and I sensed immediately that whatever news she carried, it was not good. “Where’s Damian?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she shook her head slowly. “He… he didn’t make it, Vivian.”

"Killian, let him go!" "Not until he tells me where she is." Damian finally met my eyes, and something in his expression shifted, some flicker of guilt he couldn't quite hide fast enough. "She's with her mother," he told me, entirely too calm about it. "Her mother picked her up? How do you know this?" I could feel my whole body going cold. "What the fuck did you say to her that made her call the one person she swore she'd never call unless it were an emergency?"

The thought turned my stomach. "You were dipped into the River of Eternity before it was sealed by the Gatekeepers," Damian continued, his voice steady. "That’s how you got most of your abilities. You were my secret weapon for the war. But when your mother found out, she decided to betray me. She took you away and ran to a nearby pack." His voice hardened as he went on. "I sent for her to be killed and for you to be taken into captivity. But one of our wizards—the one who stabbed your mother—declared you useless, claiming you had no power."

Then relaxed. "I know." "Why didn't you?" A long silence followed. Long enough that I thought he wouldn't answer. Then finally— "Because I didn't think it mattered." I slowly pulled back. "What?" "It never mattered to me." His expression remained serious. Steady. Certain. "As far as I was concerned, you were Kira." My throat tightened. Damon continued. "The woman who argued with me." I snorted. "The woman who challenged me." "That happened once."

"The things you said about us, I took them as a kid talking without thinking. I never treated them as real." He looked at her steadily. "And honestly, the only reason I was even willing to be kind to you, from the beginning, was because you looked like her. The way she was when she was young. Before I broke her." Nina's breath cut out. She dropped back onto the bed, shaking her head. "No, no, you promised—" "You can't—" Damian called the nurse, turned around, and left. He never came back. He resigned from every position in the Coronelli family. The Don, old now and furious, hurled a glass across the room. Damian knelt, touched his forehead to the floor three times, and laid the family ring o

I whispered, though some part of me already understood exactly what he was about to say. Damien's eyes held mine, steady despite the noise and light surrounding us, despite the danger of speaking this close to Caleb's own security detail. "Your mother," he said quietly, "wasn't only Alaric's friend caught in the middle of a broken alliance. Before she ever married your father, she was mine."