Who Is Damian Wayne's Mother Novels & Stories

“It’s complicated.” Celeste stepped closer. “Make it simple.” He laughed bitterly. “It’s never been simple. Not with your family.” A long silence stretched between them. Only the fire crackled and thunder rumbled. Damien turned back to her, eyes sharp now. “I knew your mother,” he said finally. “But not as a friend. She was dangerous. Brilliant. Reckless.” “You didn’t answer me.” Damien’s eyes darkened. “She was trying to bring down something that shouldn’t be touched.”

They soon left the room silently, leaving Damian and Yara standing in the middle of a tense silence. "You want to know why?" Damian finally spoke, his tone low and cold. "Because the most important person in my life just disappeared, due to the negligence of those fools." Yara frowned. "Who's missing?" Damian looked at Yara sharply, as if trying to read her mind. "My mom," he answered simply. Yara was surprised, but she hid it well. "Your mom? So, this is all about your mom?" Damian didn't answer, just walked over to the window and looked out. "You wouldn't understand."

Damien looked at Wayne, who was standing in front of him, and did not understand what he was going to do. "If you go back, does it mean that Stella is not pregnant? Does it mean that you are called Stella's sister-in-law?" Hearing Wayne's words, Damien stopped, turned to the sofa, and fell directly. "Wayne, tell me, what should I do?" "Do I have to watch the woman I like and the child I give birth to call me cousin?" Damien's muffled voice reached Wayne's ears.

How the heck was that even possible? “How— “Apparently Damian’s mother had him before she met the then alpha but gave him up for adoption. Damian is furious and he is lashing out at his mother, being mean and calling her all sorts of names. I do not care the pain he is going through but that woman does not deserve what he is doing to her. She is the sweetest person ever”

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.

He sat at the table as she began to lay out the dishes, his father helping her with the process. “Now tell me why you’re back here,” His mother said. Damien exchanged a glance with his father before he cleared his throat “Just here to handle a few businesses, that’s all. I bet you’re happy to see me” He teased her. His mother blushed, letting the pink stain her cheeks “You know I am. Why didn’t you come with Jane?” his mother asked. He was still for a while not sure how to answer the question. His mother had been fond of her, she wouldn’t take the truth very well.

But, it was a complete failure. Damian was locked in his room, writing a song he was having trouble finishing. Dozens of rough sheets were strewn on the ground. He lost his inspiration as soon as he left Avery, and he couldn't produce any more beats without struggling. Someone knocked at the door. “Damian, can I come in?” “Yeah mom, come in.” His mother was a beautiful lady, and she looked like the feminine version of her son. Pale skin, short black hair, small feline eyes, and thin lips.

, I said almost stuttering. Damien did his chuckle again and looked at me. “Cole, your mom is pulling the masses against us for you. I would ask you just once, what do you want? The company? Money? Name your price, add zeroes! I would give you willingly without causing a scene. I need my wife’s mental health back in order “. Damien was talking softly but the blind could sense the seriousness in his words. He was a strange man.

He chuckled. "Well... I did..." "You didn't, you are doing this because of your father, because you think it's your responsibility..." She said looking at his eyes which was looking at her amused. "You never wanted to become a mafia boss, did you damian?..." Damian looked at her for a moment and nodded. "I didn't, I never wanted this. I always wished for a peaceful life with the person whom I will love, but when my mother got killed I realised that I can't live a peaceful life even if I wanted too. I knew that my father's enemies will ruin it for me too..."