Damian Sentence Examples
He'd been Damian's most trusted executioner for thousands of years.
Damian needed to know.
While she never complained, it was clear she needed Damian to visit again soon and heal the damage his brother did to her on a daily basis.
I'm not Damian or Jule; you can't sweet talk me into anything.
He'd served as Damian's executioner for thousands of years, a position he found fitting for his general dislike of the human capacity for evil.Advertisement
He couldn't help feeling thrilled at the prospect of Damian's son.
Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.
He pulled out his phone to text Damian.
He hadn't heard from either Damian or Jule in two weeks.
I have to, because Damian's going to be gone for another week and a half, and then a lot of bad stuff is about to happen, but whatever.Advertisement
Once Damian came back, Dusty was going on his first vacation ever.
He closed his eyes and summoned his power to Travel, one of the most useful gifts Damian granted him.
He'd never gone a day without silently thanking Damian for the gift of self-healing.
Why can't I contact Damian or Jule?
He'd been a kid when Damian found him and a human when the Schism occurred.Advertisement
He logged into the computer and clandestine website, sending Damian an urgent message.
His memories and thoughts played like home videos, similar to those of her mate, Damian, and his adopted brothers.
Damian can do that, too, but Darian's too weak yet to tap into his power.
He missed Damian and Jule.
He tested his new phone by sending Damian and Jule a text. 911.Advertisement
If anyone could, it would be Darian while Damian was away.
Speck shifted away from him, a response Dusty was accustomed to after thousands of years as Damian's lead executioner.
He and Damian can use the portals.
Damian saw him and bought the herd of them, freeing all but him.
Breathless, Dusty closed his eyes and leaned against the punching bag, unable to shake his first memories of Damian or his last memories of his sister, Trinka.Advertisement
He'd trade all the powers Damian granted him after the Schism for his sister's life.
He'd sworn to Damian that he'd protect him.
Watch the kid and get word to Damian tomorrow morning.
Looks like Darian took out everyone's power but Damian's.
The last will require some discussion with Damian.
Damian smiled wide and opened the door, sliding into the passenger seat.
Damian suspected what kind of hell Dusty had been through and was pleased to see his trusted friend looking good.
I think the worst is you've been whipped by a woman, Damian ticked off.
Damian stared at him.
Damian laughed, thrilled to be back with his adopted brother and to see the glow in his face.
Damian's silver-white hair was braided down his back, his thick body causing him to sink two inches into the mud.
Jonny's brown eyes, now black, traveled past Dusty to Damian.
Yes, I kept you from returning with Damian to North America.
Damian might have some insight into what was going on, and who the Magician was.
He chuckled, silently thanking Damian and his mate.
No one is invulnerable to temptation, Damian.
The voice of Damian's mate, Sofi, was a whisper in his mind.
Damian studied him, curious about the reaction.
Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.
If it goes off for any reason, I'll be at your throat with a knife, truce be damned, Damian said in a low, firm voice.
Damian Transported himself before he ditched his mission for some quality time with his mate.
Damian went to the gym, where Darian spent most of his time.
Amused, Damian looked at Darian and tossed his head towards the door.
Dusty trusted her for a reason, and if Dusty trusted someone, Damian knew she was the best at what she did.
Damian growled, crossing his arms.
The vamp standing beside Jonny was as big as any of Damian's Guardians, with eyes that glowed red.
While uneasy, Damian suspected Jenn was seasoned enough to handle the boy for a month.
The vamp crossed the room to Damian and stood.
You'll have to stick with animals, Damian replied.
Damian called to the Black God.
Maybe it was his delirium, but Jule thought the vamp looked larger than even Damian.
It appears as if either you, Damian, or you, Jonny, sent someone to kill her.
Damian can't say the same.
The man named Damian still watched her.
You don't give me orders, Damian.
No matter, I'm outta here, Damian said.
Damian disappeared, followed by the man named Jonny and the woman with him.
The man in the corner was tall with eyes that swirled gold like Damian's had.
Anyway, Damian sent me.
Damian can read minds.
The air around him rippled, reminding her he was as powerful as Damian.
Thus far, he'd listened to her, and she hoped he feared Damian enough to continue paying attention.
They meant little to her, but to Damian, they could mean something.
I can do things Damian and the Black God can't.
I mean, I might be able to seal the breach I made, if it doesn't get bigger and I can borrow Damian's power.
You gotta keep her alive while Damian figures out what to do.
Damian tapped the knife against his boot, deep in thought.
Damian would never kill his brother, Jule, but if the woman was dangerous enough to warrant a Watcher's attention, he couldn't look the other way.
Damian didn't respond, silently cursing the being.
The more Damian dealt with them, the less he wanted to deal with them again.
Damian sought out Sofi, both for her calming influence and any tidbits of what she might've Seen.
You and Dusty better catch up, Damian teased his brother's mate.
Damian looked down at Sofi and raised an eyebrow.
Damian turned in time to see the vamp Charlie struggling to drag a skinned deer carcass across the threshold.
Damian looked the vamp over.
Damian, however, was impressed he was able to do it at all.
He's a person of sorts, too, Damian.
Damian, why not give him a shot at something?
The vamp stared at Damian.
Damian reconsidered the vamp before looking at Sofi, who ignored him.
No, Darian, Damian said, perplexed.
The training was part of what Damian wanted her there to do, and she mixed training with good old-fashioned spy techniques.
They wanted your head, too, but Damian set 'em straight, Dusty replied.
Damian will tell them to go to hell.
Jule was quiet, trying hard to remember something from before the Schism besides brief glimpses of Darian and Damian.
That he was an Original Being who had chosen to stay with Damian and a woman long since dead.
Damian appeared to be waiting for him, perched on the corner of a mahogany desk with his arms crossed.
Damian was quiet for a moment.
The Vamp is here, and yet the only tear between realms was caused by Darian and is being pursued by the Watchers and Others, Damian said.
Certain creatures with unlimited power and motivations thousands of years in the making weren't what Damian really needed right now.
He almost refused before he realized he had no choice, if he wanted to help Yully survive and Damian defeat the Other.
Jule Transported himself back to Damian's headquarters.
Damian went to scout things out.
Just don't tell Damian or Dusty.
She recognized Damian, Darian, Jonny, the woman who accompanied Jonny, and several others.
Jonny asked, drawing abreast of Damian.
Tell Dusty not to blow everything up, and leave the vamp alone, Damian said.
If not for Yully's fading energy, Jule would've stayed to make sure Damian's version of chat resembled his and not Dusty's, who was more likely to shoot first and discuss later.
Damian studied him, not sure what to think of the oldest vamp in the universe.
Damian never imagined her protector might be the towering vamp before him.
There was more to Xander than Damian could pinpoint.
Damian turned to walk away.
Damian heard the uneasy note in her voice and looked her over, his gaze lingering at her hips, where her weapons should've been.
Damian lifted his head, indicating the three forms standing at the top of the hill.
He'd let her live, knowing she was obligated to report everything to Damian and powerful enough to be dismissive of any threat she might cause.
Damian's headquarters is in Texas for now.
Sofi is Damian's mate.
She recognized Damian and Darian as they neared and crept closer to Jule at the sight of the strange man with red glowing eyes.
Damian asked with an easy smile.
Yully, you've met Damian and Darian.
Dusty eyed the wiry man coolly, and Damian chuckled.
And this … thing—" Damian indicated the man with red eyes "—is Charles.
The low growl drew her attention behind her, where the red-eyed man materialized beside Damian.
The Watcher frowned, his gaze going from Damian to Jule.
This is Damian Bylun.
Damian Bylun stared at the phone.
Damian, I'm one of your … employees.
Damian opened his PDA to do a quick search on the number.
Damian hung up and looked at his executive officer and sparring partner.
Han nodded, and Damian trotted into the 20,000-square-foot mansion in the middle of the Arizona desert he called home.
Damian waved to show he'd heard and then took the stairs two at a time to his room.
Han's brother Laney, one of Damian's oldest Guardians and the station chief for NOVA sector, leaned in the doorway to the main house with a smile.
Damian walked over to him.
Damian sat down on the arm of a leather couch, accustomed to the reaction, and pulled off his boot to drain the water.
Damian held up his hand.
Damian closed his eyes and opened them, materializing in his suite in Tucson.
Damian grunted, expecting Dusty's message.
As their king, Damian owed them nothing.
Damian knew better than to trust the deceptive appearance of this type of creature.
Damian didn't trust the beings that saw all, knew all, and yet spoke in riddles—if they chose to speak at all.
Damian mulled his words, waiting for more.
Damian hadn't expected his day to be so eventful.
Damian crossed to his window and gazed out at the setting sun.
Damian returned his interest to the displays, and Han closed the door softly.
At the pause, Damian knew they were all looking at the geospatial depiction.
Damian could feel his ire through the screen.
Damian knew if they had video chat, he'd see Jule rolling his eyes.
I'm getting reports from the recruitment team that a lot of their newly flagged Guardians are getting whacked as soon as they make the list, Damian said.
Damian grimaced, recalling the last time he'd seen the beautiful woman, his slain brother's wife.
Damian snorted, gaze lingering on the map.
Damian Bylun was not a doctor.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
Damian heard the amusement in his voice.
Damian asked, moving away from the door.
Damian felt the unusual urge to look in on her again, to feel her soft skin against him once more and make sure she was safe.
Damian smiled, waiting for Dusty's response.
He'd never said why, and Damian didn't ask.
Outside her room, Han whipped out his phone to text Damian with an irritated sigh.
Damian glanced at the new text message from Han before his gaze returned to the small base camp tucked between two ridges in the Tucson Mountains.
Damian followed him across the dusty landing pads to the helo-hangar.
Pleased that one thing was going right, Damian tucked the phone away.
Damian sobered, troubled by the news.
Damian crossed his arms.
No one could find Damian's HQ unless they were on the guest list, or one of his Guardians revealed its location.
Rainy nodded, a look of relief crossing his features, and Damian saw his mind was on his Natural ward, Traci.
Damian issued few clean-up orders, for there was no way to maintain the discretion his Guardians needed to mask their shadow operations protecting humanity.
Rainy's voice was quiet, and Damian sensed his heartfelt gratitude.
I know, Damian replied.
Damian snorted then glanced at Rainy.
Damian clapped him on the arm and opened the door.
Her gaze swept over them, stopping to rest on Damian.
The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian's gaze riveted to her window.
By the look on Damian's face, he wasn't happy.
Startled, Damian stared at her.
She left the door cracked until she heard Jake greet Damian as the leader passed her room.
Damian had a lot of cars, and she found the black BMW whose lights flashed when she clicked the key fob.
She tightened her grip on the wheel, assuming he spoke to Damian.
She was pretty sure Damian would find her no matter where she tried to go, but damn them all, she was going home.
She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.
Damian turned the cell phone back on and emerged into the warm evening air from the Marriott's conference room, the random place chosen by his spy chief for this week's intelligence briefing.
Damian accepted his hand in greeting, looking around.
Furious his order had been disobeyed, Damian started for the young Guardian.
Damian met Dusty's clear blue eyes, blood boiling.
It was a death sentence, and Damian saw the realization in Jake's eyes before the newbie left for the weapons room.
Damian pulled off his sweater to reveal a black T-shirt and tucked weapons into his cargo pants, boots, and pockets.
Dusty shook his head, though Damian saw his faint smile.
Damian's not gonna sit around for this one.
That Damian was capable of the same level of violence as these men reminded her that this world was nothing like hers.
The alarm sounded the second Damian materialized into the compound.
Damian whirled, whipping out the sword at his back.
He ducked into a doorway while Damian shot two more vamps and reappeared, the blueprints on the screen.
Damian located the enemy ahead of them, shooting intersections clear as they reached them.
Damian shouted as the Traveler disappeared.
Jilian met Damian's sword with his own, barking orders to his vamps.
The screams stopped, and Damian's heart quickened.
Damian gritted his teeth, unable to unleash the blow that could destroy them all in a blink without taking out Sofia as well.
Damian slashed through Jilian, and the vamp dropped.
Damian rose, sickened by the sight before him.
Damian launched forward, snatching the tube and whipping out a knife.
Damian followed his gaze.
Damian shoved the other end of the tube into his neck, releasing his power.
Damian carefully gathered the woman into his arms and closed his eyes.
Damian met his gaze, and they sat in the kitchen, bloodied and breathing hard as they recovered.
Damian rose and pulled Dusty to his feet.
A sense of dread filled her as she approached Damian's room.
If Damian hadn't opened the door, she would have run back to her room.
Han was as big as the man before her, and if he feared him … Damian's gaze swept over her.
Damian turned down the stereo blasting trance music and faced her, crossing his arms as she closed the door.
Damian rested his hands on her shoulders.
Damian's words swirled through her thoughts, along with the scent of his blood.
You rank up near Damian now.
He was always right, even when he told her to ask Damian something he knew very well.
Damian was rarely indoors during the day, and she hoped he wasn't in his room when she knocked.
Damian hissed beside her, his grip on her neck tightening.
Damian had turned his face away and was clenching a thick knuckle between his teeth.
Dressed for sparring, he waited with Grande and Pierre for Damian.
Damian trotted down the stairs.
They were always worse at night, when Damian's draw was overwhelming.
The men were at dinner, including Damian.
Damian's voice was soft.
Damian held out his hand to her.
Damian, I'm a monster, even in your world.
Damian crossed his arms and leaned against the wall around the trickling fountain at his back.
Damian raised an eyebrow, not about to humor the otherworldly harbinger of bad news.
Despite his suspicion, Damian chuckled.
The Watcher smiled in response, and Damian knew well enough his kind truly thought themselves superior.
Damian straightened, at his limit with the cryptic nonsense.
She made a face, drooling at the thought of Damian's blood again.
She found herself again in front of Damian's door.
Angry, she turned to leave when Damian's door opened.
I don't want to hurt you, Damian.
While his form was large enough to be a man the size of Damian's Guardians, his voice was terrified and gravelly, as if he hadn't ever spoken to anyone.
Damian hadn't returned the night before after their last interaction.
Will you answer something personal, Damian?
Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.
Damian's hair was mussed, his arms crossed.
Damian crossed to the window.
Damian's gaze turned to the door to the bedroom, and she ducked back, remembering he could hear her thoughts.
Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion.
Damian demanded, lowering her to the ground and spinning her to face him.
It's okay, Damian, really.
She wasn't dressed in skin-tight workout clothes like Claire, who joined Damian as he trotted down the stairs for their daily sparring session.
Damian glanced at the redhead and touched her arm in affectionate greeting.
You are so damn stubborn, Damian snapped, pushing her door open.
Damian couldn't have chosen a better guard.
Damian's call pulled her from the vision replaying in her head.
He shook hands with Damian, a small smile on his chiseled features.
Damian said with warmth she hadn't seen him display toward anyone else.
She looked at it curiously, then at Damian.
Damian asked, crossing to his desk.
Damian dropped an envelope on the table in front of her.
She rested her chin on her knees, gazing at Damian.
And if she told Damian who to kill, did that make her worse than them?
She met Damian's gaze.
He held out his hand, and Dusty clasped his wrist, allowing Damian to Travel them both to Tucson Sector HQ.
Traci's eyes were on Damian.
Damian asked in amusement.
She's trying, Damian said.
Damian caught his eye and looked pointedly at Dusty, silently asking if the Guardian had done as he asked and told his boss that the Natural was more than a new recruit.
Damian waited expectantly, but Dusty shook his head.
Dusty gave Damian a cool look, and he heard the unspoken warning about women being the downfall of mankind.
Damian had been considering how to help Sofia adjust.
Damian's attention lingered on the image on Rainy's screen.
Damian and Dustin appeared deep in discussion as she approached.
She eyed him and then looked to Damian, who stared at her with an intensity she'd last seen aimed at Claire.
He's sensitive about that shit, like a woman, Damian whispered into her mind.
Dustin looked at her then tossed a look over his shoulder at Damian before directing her away.
She felt Damian's gaze on her as they walked away.
She stood beside Dustin on one side of the entrance while Damian and Claire assumed the other.
He sold out Damian's men—his own men—for money.
If Damian knew the woman trying to crawl back into his bed had helped murder his brother, her husband… She couldn't see him over the crowd.
Damian's world was brutal.
She didn't want to disappoint him or Damian and couldn't help but dread the conversation to come.
If Dustin's words were true, she'd never be welcomed into the home of any of Damian's people, not if they feared the sight of her!
She resisted the urge to move away from him, chilled by the visions of his work as Damian's executioner.
Damian's voice jarred her from her thoughts.
She wiped her eyes before turning to face whatever new challenge Damian brought with him.
Damian's gaze swept over her.
Sasha manages the operations for Dusty out of Miami and Levi for Jule in Europe, Damian explained.
Damian reached across the table and touched her face, dismissing them.
She reached Isac's picture and stopped, looking up at Damian.
When she was brave enough, she looked up at Damian.
Damian growled in a voice that bordered on inhuman.
But you know what, Damian?
Damian started after her, furious.
Damian glared at him, his restraint on his powers rippling.
Dusty's words floored him, and Damian couldn't help but feel hurt that his best friend hadn't told him of his suspicions sooner.
That she'd used him, killed Darian … "Damian."
No, Damian, you couldn't have known how twisted she was.
Damian closed his eyes.
The Guardians knew that betrayal would be confronted by Dusty, and even those loyal to Damian feared him appearing unexpectedly at their door.
Damian knew him well enough to know all the tales weren't true.
Damian stopped, guilty yet too raw to confront her.
Damian didn't care; Sofia liked Pierre, and he had a feeling Pierre's blunt dose of reality was soothing to her in a world where nothing else made sense.
They had similar cool reserve, unlike Damian and Jule, and had both survived ordeals that would cripple anyone else.
It wrenched open, and a man in a black trench coat Damian's size looked her over once.
Damian's men were not the type she wanted to piss off.
What was Damian doing?
Damian is their leader.
I'm … new to Damian's organization.
After her explosion at Damian, she'd have to beg for food.
No one but her saw the other side of Damian.
She began to suspect Damian sent her there so she could meet the other women dragged into his organization.
What do you want, Damian?
His gaze went to her and then back to Damian expectantly.
Damian ignored his hint, and Lon didn't press.
She didn't see Damian until afternoon, when he strolled into the library from sparring, ear to a cell phone.
She left the library to return Damian's phone.
Damian trotted from the stairs toward the courtyard and paused, looking at her curiously.
Damian watched her, eyes narrowing.
She hung up and tossed Damian the phone.
In truth, it was the one place in the house where she felt safe and comfortable when she wasn't with Damian.
If not for the worried flicker of her gaze past him to see who followed, Damian would have thought this a social call.
Damian regarded her coolly, unwilling to let someone so undeserving get the best of him.
Damian gritted his teeth, remembering how tempted he'd been by the same ruse a few nights before.
Damian stood and moved away, emotions roiling.
Damian managed to get the difficult words out through clenched teeth.
Damian took aim with the pistol and fired into her heart before she could make another sound.
Damian closed his eyes to the heat and light, tormented by his brother's death and his own cowardice.
Miles away, Sofia couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong with Damian.
Damian brought me back, but I can't live without … his blood.
Damian's home videos played, intertwined with those of others, until a wave of power washed over her.
Damian was not one to lose control.
The power swirling in the air around her grew as she neared Damian's door, and she was reminded of the tension in the air before a thunderstorm.
She didn't know what Damian was, but he was beyond Superman powerful.
Damian's head was bowed, his tense body still.
Damian listened to the door close behind her, stunned by what he'd seen in her thoughts.
Damian chuckled despite himself, unable to shake the negative emotions running through him.
Damian regarded him, reminded again how fortunate he was to have friends like his.
Damian gazed at the dark landscape.
Damian was engraved on the interior.
She saw glimpses of his shared history with Damian and Dustin and of a time before meeting them that was too dark for her to see clearly.
I'd do anything for Damian.
She recognized his tone; it was one Damian used when making her boundaries with him clear.
She liked him, too, even though he was different from Damian and Dusty.
Damian and Dustin awaited them.
Damian glared at both of them, suddenly aware they were laughing at him.
Damian flipped the lights on, and the three of them gathered at the table.
Dusty pursed his lips, and Damian smiled.
Damian smiled and tossed his head toward his computer, straightening.
This is who you are, Damian.
Damian dropped to the floor with a roar, his eyes blurring as more fire and liquid tore through him.
Something terrible would've had to happen to break the connection between Damian and her.
She went to the key locker and chose one of Damian's sports cars, her instincts urging her to go somewhere, though she didn't know where.
I know something awful happened to Damian.
She needed to reach Damian, now!
At least one of Damian's Guardians lay slain among the scores of vamps.
The adobe structure was guarded by several more Guardians, none of whom looked like Damian from the distance.
Her chest was tight and her breath short, but she knew there was one way to find out what happened to Damian.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
Damian was meant to be kidnapped, not killed.
She'd seen the dark side of Dusty in his home videos in the library before she told Damian about Claire.
Chances are he used your blood to incapacitate Damian.