Damian Kills Nightwing Novels & Stories

Damien then said while turning to his assistant and acting as if he was not carrying an angry and raged Ava that was pounding hard on his back. “Yes sir,” Ben replied with a shocked face, “Good, I will now go and deal with my little Vixen here.” While saying that, Ava let out a shocked gasp as she felt a light slap on her ass coming from him. “Goodluck sir,” Ben then shouted, making Damien almost laugh at the scared look on his assistant’s face. It seems Ben thought Ava was surely going to murder him in that elevator. **********

I scream running back to the black Cadillac, our car. “Stop her!!!” someone shouts but I keep on going, the moment I reach the car I open the door and what I see has me tongue tied. On the driver’s seat laid Jeremy, blood all over him; a sharp, deep cut on the hand that had the black and white bracelet (our friendship bracelet). I looked at my wrist but there was nothing. I could not believe Jeremy was laying there, a black triangle near him and his left wrist had a black cloth tied on it.

Damien looked down at the rogue, who was looking pale and aghast. “D—Don’t kill me…” he begged, shivering. “…its all her doing…that woman did it! We didn’t lay a single finger on your Luna so plea—” CRACK! Damien snapped his neck. The rogue dropped to the floor, his head bent 90 degree to the side, dead. Those ladies who hadn’t seen death before fainted right away. He slowly turned on his heels, and fixed his gaze on Chloe. “What else have you done that I am not aware of?” he asked, darkly.

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.

"Luca—" Damian looked over his shoulder at Luca, who lay there breathing faintly. "We need to get him out of here," Damian told him. He tore part of his shirt and bandaged Luca's injury. I gazed down at Victor's corpse, my stomach turning. He was one of us. A man Damian had trusted. And he had betrayed us. Damian's face was tense as he looked down at Victor's corpse. "I should have expected it." "There was no way to anticipate," I told him softly.

“I’ve killed for you, bled for you—and you’re too busy fantasizing about a gardener to even see it!” Michael’s expression shifted. Hurt crept into his features, darkening his tone. “You think this is about Alan? You really think that’s why I’m angry?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He took a step forward now, his voice low. “You violated me. You want to talk about killing for me? Fine. Let’s talk about who I killed.” I already knew where this was going, and I hated it. “I killed Damian,” Michael said, almost in a whisper. “I put a bullet in his head because of you. Because I knew you wouldn’t stop. Because I knew you would go to war if I didn’t end it myself.”

But he saved me. The thought hit with the unexpected force of a physical blow. The silver. Kael’s custom poison. I remembered the metallic burn, the paralyzing cold, the absolute certainty of death. Damian could have let me go. He could have allowed the human liability to expire on the ice, making his position stronger against Elias and Kael. He could have simply claimed my death was a tragic accident caused by the dangerous hit.

"Lyra and I are blood-related siblings, and you want us to never see each other again? What are you scheming! We've already humbled ourselves to come find you, aren't you satisfied yet! So what if you purified the poison for Lyra? Just because of that little thing, you think you can blackmail me and Lyra's relationship, and trample on the dignity of our Blood Moon Pack?!" Damien looked furious, as if he’d heard something utterly unforgivable.