Damian Kills Nightwing Novels & Stories

But first. "You've been helpful," he told the leader. "Your death will be quick." "But I told you—" The protest ended as shadows coalesced around the man's head, compressing. The skull imploded with a wet crunch. Quick indeed, more mercy than the bandit had shown his own victims. The two lieutenants tried to run. One made three steps before shadow-spears erupted from the ground, impaling him in a dozen places. The other simply... stopped. His soul, visible to the Shadow Knight's transformed vision, tore free from its flesh housing and dissipated like smoke.

This — this little thing — was enough to destroy everything. “I can’t,” I whispered. But my hand closed around it anyway. The moment it left the safe, something inside me fractured. I slipped it into my pocket just as— A sound. Footsteps. My blood turned to ice. I froze, breath caught painfully in my throat. Someone was awake. I killed the lamp and pressed myself into the shadows just as the doorknob turned. The door opened slowly. Light spilled into the room from the hallway. “Vivian?” Damian’s voice.

“This wasn’t about killing your father.” I turned to him, startled. “What?” “If someone wanted him dead…” He looked toward David’s room. “…they’ve had weeks to do it.” I said nothing, the thought striking me with new force. It hadn’t occurred to me amid the panic. Damien continued quietly, his voice low and measured. “They waited until he woke up.” Another silence stretched between us. “Which means they weren’t afraid of him dying. They were afraid of what he might remember.”

"Since you weren't there for me then, don't ever bother appearing before me again." Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked back into the bright, warm glow of the gala. The heavy doors slowly swung shut behind me. In the final second before the seal closed, I heard the sound of Damian falling to his knees on the stone steps, letting out a harrowing, wretched sob. Months later, a brief dispatch arrived through my New York intelligence network. Damian was dead. The night he had strangled Evelyn in her apartment, he had ignited the fury of the Rossis—Evelyn’s powerful maternal family.

Because of Alicia, Damian interfered with her father's business and also, held her father hostage to get her. Why couldn't he be straightforward with his strategy to get her? "No, boss. They didn't get her...she was with Jonathan and he was fast to navigate the way and escape their target. But I think they will go for her and to her family house. If you don't do something about it," Jax said, and Damian replied, "Alright. I will get to it now." Damian immediately ended the call and exited his office. He went back to his room, grabbed his firearms and picked up his coat and bulletproof jacket.

Olivia stuttered, screaming. “I do not have a mother,” Damian snapped. His eyes moved to the maid who was in tears “You are lucky that you spoke the truth, untie her” He ordered. She wept, thanking us. I felt bad that Olivia made her poison me after she threatened to kill her child. Damian slit Dorathus' neck. He moved to Olivia “Y.. you can't do this, please” She stuttered, begging. “You should have thought about that when you not only lied to me but also tried to kill my unborn child and destroy her womb” Damian

Then, in a flash, he reached for his gun. But Victor was faster. A single gunshot rang out. Damian staggered back, clutching his stomach. Blood seeped through his fingers as he fell to his knees. He looked up at Victor, something like regret in his eyes. “I never wanted it to end this way,” Damian murmured. Victor’s expression was unreadable. “Then you shouldn’t have betrayed me.” Damian slumped forward, his breath fading. It was over. The Aftermath Back at the mansion, Olivia sat beside Victor in his office.

Damian thrashed, his hands clawing at Nick’s grip, his cruel grin faltering for the first time. Nick’s other hand shifted, and from within his coat, he pulled out a dagger. Its blade gleamed wickedly under the faint light, sharp and cold. My breath caught, my heart racing as realization struck. My eyes widened Nick drove the blade straight into Damian’s heart. A scream tore out of Damian’s throat, sharp and guttural, reverberating through the room. His body convulsed, his face twisted in agony, his eyes wide with disbelief as the blade sank deeper.

I had to hold it with both hands to keep my hand steady. "I love Matteo. He is the only man for me, not you nor anyone else. I would rather kill myself right now than to ever go back with you." Damian's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. He suddenly chuckled lowly. "Well, that is just too bad. Remember Isla, you made your choice." He pulled out his gun, but I was quicker. I shot him. I lost count on how many times I shot Damian. He smirked one last time before tossing the lighter into the warehouse. I watched as the building caught ablaze.

That laughter stopped the moment my men dragged him out of his seat. “What the fuck?” he barked, struggling against their hold. “Do you know who I am?” I stepped forward, adjusting the cuffs of my suit. “Yeah. You’re the piece of shit who’s about to regret ever crossing me.” Damian’s face paled slightly as realization sank in. He thrashed harder, but it was useless. My men shoved him into the back of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. His guards tried to interfere. They died for their trouble.