Damian Kills Nightwing Novels & Stories

But Damian’s mind raced, searching for a way out. “Now!” the guard shouted, his finger hovering over the trigger. Damian’s gaze met Maya’s, a silent understanding passing between them. “Drake,” Damian said softly. “Yeah?” “Duck.” In a flash, Damian lunged forward, disarming the nearest guard with a swift strike. Chaos erupted as the team fought back, their movements a symphony of calculated violence. Sage'sheart pounded as she fired at a guard, her focus razor-sharp. Damian moved like a force of nature, his every action deliberate and lethal.

Vor’s legs. Vor stumbled. Damian scrambled onto Vor’s back. He wrapped his arm around Vor’s throat. A chokehold. Vor thrashed, ramming Damian backward into a stone pillar. Crunch. I heard ribs crack. Damian gasped, blood spraying from his mouth. But he didn't let go. He squeezed tighter. "Go to sleep!" Damian roared. Vor’s face turned purple. He dropped the axe. He clawed at Damian’s arm. And then, he went limp. Damian held him for another ten seconds, just to be sure, then let the massive body slide to the ground. Damian stood up. He was swaying. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He held his side where the ribs were broken. He looked at The Crow. "I won," Damian wheezed. "Let us pas

I wanted him to tell me where she was, who had hurt her, why her scent was faint, and how I would find her. Before I could form the question, before a second of strategy could click into place, Damian did something I did not expect. He drove his claws into his chest. It was gruesome and resolute. He tore his own heart out and held it up like an offering. His eyes closed. He gave a wet, ragged sigh and died. The pack around me gasped. I slapped the blade out of reflex and covered my face because shame is a bright, ugly thing. I should have done more. I should have found a way to keep him talking. I should have strangled answers out of him, chained him, used him. Instead, he sealed his mouth f

Damian stood up from where he was and the guards immediately knew what to do as they placed a bag over the heads of the VIPS and dragged them away leaving only the commissioner behind. "Where were we, commissioner?" Damian took out his custom made Glock 17 which was made outta pure gold. "I will never submit to you, Damian.... You can go ahead and kill me..." Miguel stubbornly said even though his back was completely covered in sweat.. "Oh don't worry I'm not gonna kill you, my love.... That would be too easy.." Damian rubbed his chin like he was in deep thoughts before snapping his fingers... "I think I know what to do with you, my dear friend..." Damian unhurriedly aimed at his forehead an

Both Damien and Williams were badly injured because of the fight, but they weren't ready to give up. Williams had Pinned Damien to the floor and just before Williams could finally kill him, an arrow came flying from nowhere and it went into Williams' head directly.

"I told you, Moretti. I controlled everything. Every betrayal, every attack. All of it led to this moment." "Then this moment is where you die." Damian's hands closed around Adrian's throat. "DAMIAN, NO!" I grabbed his arm. "We need him alive. He knows things—locations, names, the full network. Kill him, and we're back to square one." Damian's hands trembled with the need to squeeze, to end the man who'd manipulated us. But slowly, painfully, he released Adrian. "Tie him up," Damian ordered. "Marcus, can you pilot this thing?"

Alfred used his left hand to clean his tears and said, “Tell me who killed my wife.” “Well, the only thing we know is that some armed men came into the sitting room in the night and killed Helena and a baby…,” Damian said and Alfred cut in. “A baby? Oh, no!” Alfred said and couldn’t hold his tears. “Please, Mrs. Damian, go and sit down there,” Damian said with a gesture. “Alright, Damian,” Mrs. Damian said and stood up from the couch. Damian sat down beside Alfred and said, “Alfred, you are a man; please, be consoled. I know it’s not easy to lose one’s wife. Besides, you now have the power to avenge your wife’s death,” Damian said.

Damian shifted back and came up on one knee on the floor with his head bowed. "I failed you," he said finally with red eyes. His voice was rough and low. "I lost control and I let Cassius provoke me. Now, we don’t have the antidote." I crouched in front of him. "You have not failed me, Damian,” I said as I placed my hands on the side of his face to force him to look at me. “You have never failed me.” “He had the antidote… and I killed him,” Damian replied, his voice laden with guilt.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

The bullet pierced through Damien’s shoulder and he winced in pain and took two steps back. “Damien.” I ran toward him worriedly when I came out of my shock. I wanted to stop this fight. But what dad has done was beyond repair. He broke the rules of the fight, and he deceived him. I couldn’t agree with his attitude and neither I could support him anymore. I stood in front of Damien, stretching my arm so that he can’t hurt him more. But it didn’t stop him. He was determined to kill him.