Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

" It died with my heart. I do not have the strength for that. I wish I died along with her. You call yourself my mother. Do you not see through my pain? " Kian asked. His mother only scoffed. " Your father died before you were born. Did I spend my life in mourning? What was so special about that daughter of the damned? " Kian found no solace and extremely missed his grandfather. Layla was still looking for her Dark Lord, aka Calex. He was alive but he had disappeared without a trace. Kiara's grave was just outside the land of the Kakara tribe. Sitara had insisted that she was left close but no inside when she finally married Kilian.

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

“Claire, I know I was wrong. Serena was never anything more than a mistress I kept in the shadows. I only needed her to give me a child. As soon as she gives birth, I’ll kick her out of my life. Please come back with me, okay?” I shook my head firmly. “Damian, I don’t care what you and Serena have going on. “All you need to know is that I’ve started a new life here. I’m never going back with you. Please leave.” “I won’t allow that! I refuse!” Damian roared and lunged forward, trying to drag me away from Justin. Seconds later, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Damian clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw as his vision blurred was my cold, indifferent gaze.

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

“Mom?” The woman turned, tears springing to her eyes. “Aurora?” The two women ran to each other, crashing into an embrace that stole the breath from both of them. Damian stood back, watching. Eyes glassy. Aurora pulled back, hands on her mother’s cheeks. “I thought you were dead.” Her mother sobbed. “I had to disappear. He would’ve killed me too.” “Not anymore,” Damian said, stepping forward. “We have everything we need to take him down.” Her mother nodded. “Then let’s finish this. Once and for all.”

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…

“I wouldn’t let you speak to my wife in such a manner. No matter what, she’s your mother.” “Stop it, Lucas!” Damien’s voice echoed through the room. I froze. Did he just call his father by his first name? Damien took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. “I clearly know who my mother was,” he said. “And I know she’s dead.” The pain that crossed his face lasted only a second before his usual cold expression returned. “You know what? I’ve had enough drama for today. I’ll be heading to my room. We can continue whatever this is later.”

He stood up. “ Good morning mom, dad” he greeted them as they sat down. They smiled at him. His mother Luna Sonia was a vibrant and lovely woman who always smiled while his father alpha Christopher was a calm and calculative man. A most needed trait in an alpha. He took a seat opposite them. His father cleared his throat before speaking. “ Son, is everything okay? We saw you leaving the party early” asked his father. Damian sighed. He knew his parents were worried about him. He shouldn't have left the party the way he did but he couldn't help it. He needed to tell them about what the elders told him.

' Mary asked in a small voice, her eyes reduced to a small slit as her mind worked out the possibilities. Damian couldn't help but laugh hard at her assumption before he responded to Mary. 'I don't think your father would remember my mother if he were here. He is a rapist!' He sneered and went on to relate his mother's encounter with Mr. Dominic, how the case was swept under the carpet, his mother's painful death, and his oat of revenge.

“Yeah… I saw that. Everyone here saw it. So why not? Let her know exactly the kind of man you are.” “Damien,” I said, warning in my tone. But he wasn’t looking at me. “Do you think we don’t know you want to exploit her? That’s the game, isn’t it? You keep her close, use her, control her… until you’ve squeezed every drop you want out of her.” Father took one step forward. Damien didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned in, voice dropping to a near-whisper — the kind meant to cut deeper. “I actually pity her mother, Celeste. If she ever found out what you really are… how you murdered your own mate — our mother —”