Yandere Damian Wayne X Reader Novels & Stories

“You’re safe now, Lena.” But Damian was quick to recover from the throw. He stood, panting, rage returning to his face. “You can’t have her!” Damian spat. “ She is my Luna and my mate. You only bought her because you need her—just like I do!” Kyler raised his eyebrows in mockery. “You are so delusional, Damian.” “Why play games with me when you know you don't even stand a chance of winning.” He scoffed, his voice was hoarse and deadly just enough to make one shiver.

His gaze flicked between the two women, cool and unreadable. “Darling,” Vanessa purred, turning toward him with a smile that transformed her face into charm incarnate. “I was just welcoming your new… assistant.” Damian’s expression didn’t shift. “I trust you were gracious.” “Of course.” Vanessa’s eyes glimmered as they lingered on Amara. “We were simply discussing… boundaries.” Amara felt the weight of Damian’s gaze land on her, steady, piercing. He didn’t speak, but the silence between them said enough - it was a test, and he was waiting to see how she’d respond.

Rough. Minimal. Cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. I scoffed lightly. “I don’t want to be.” I crossed my arms. “But I need to tell you about Damian.” Cain folded his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” That was…Unexpectedly easy. I took a breath. “Damian is a very sly man,” I began, putting extra emphasis on the word. “And he doesn’t need to be physically stronger than you to win.”

I had heard it just last night in the hallway, whispering dark, possessive promises in my ear. It was Leo. Damian’s hand slowly slid from my wrist, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a twisted, psychotic smirk. He didn't move away from me. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as the door handle rattled again. "Looks like my twin brother is looking for you, sweetheart," Damian whispered, his voice a dark, dangerous purr. "Let's see how long he can keep his hands off you when he realizes I already had a taste."

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

Even though she just stepped into the throne room, Emberlynn knew she heard everything. "That's right," Damien grinned, even though it didn't reach his eyes. He gripped her wrist, his hand tightening on it. "That's right, Ember," he repeated, "And I don't regret being the first man that fucked you. I ruined you for another werewolf, and I am fucking glad I did." Oh, goddess. Who the fuck had they mated her with? He wasn't Damien. No. She didn't see Damien in this man's behavior in front of her.

He was a stranger when he arrived and now he became a stranger again when he left. He had never been part of the pack—I’d known that. But I thought love could bridge that gap. I was wrong. I was an Omega, always fighting for a place, always proving myself. And Damian? He was supposed to be the exception. The man who saw me beyond rank or bloodline. But now, his cold eyes reminded me exactly how powerless I truly was. “Please, Damian.” My voice cracked, thick with tears I couldn’t hold back any longer. “You said you’d love me forever. You promised. Just… tell me this isn’t real. Tell me this is some twisted joke.”

But the words barely registered. Aliyah just kept smiling. It was unnerving, the way she leaned forward every time Zinna mentioned Damien’s name. Like she was enjoying a private joke. “So,” she said finally, setting her drink down with a small, dramatic sigh. “Zinna, I didn’t know your brother was seeing someone.” Zinna blinked, surprised. “What?” “Damien,” she clarified, voice syrupy. “He didn’t tell you?” Zinna frowned slightly, shaking her head. “No, he didn’t mention anything. Wait—he’s seeing someone?”

It reacts, heat building under his touch even as my mind screams for it to stop. Damien pulls back just enough to look at me, his hand resting on my chest, fingers still tracing lazy circles on my skin. “Look at you,” he says, his tone softer, almost affectionate. “You’re fighting so hard. But I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want to fight, do you?” * * Damien’s P.O.V : It was intoxicating, his scent. I could tell he was an Alpha, but what kind was he?

All he could see was a bold, unapologetic, and addictive she-wolf. Damian reached down, hands gripping her arms firmly but gently, and pulled her to her feet. Still breathless, he dragged her close and kissed her—deep and slow, tasting himself on her tongue. His thumb stroked her jaw, and for a second, it almost felt tender. Damian exhaled a needy breath, his hand slid under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. “Are you sure you want this?” She nodded, slowly… deliberately. “Just… shut up and fuck me.”