Damian Kills Nightwing Novels & Stories

They look at each other before turning back to us, their gazes deadly. I tense up even more, ready to run when Damian starts to speak. “Look here buddy, why don’t you just get out of here. I don’t wanna fight you but if I have to I will. Trust me when I say you don’t want this fight to happen.” That’s when I notice that Damian’s voice sounds different. It's deeper and scarier. I look at him and see his eyes are almost pure black except for his irises. They are bright red. The robbers just shake their heads and start to run at us. I let out a scream and close my eyes, throwing my arms out in front of me as a wave of power leaves my body through my hands. It pushes me away from Damian and I al

Blood splashed out from Damien's mouth as he fell on the floor with a loud thud. "NO….." Zia screamed out of her lungs and got in the middle. She joined her hands in front of her father. "Please, dad…stop …don't hurt him…. please," she begged while choking on her tears. Zale was heaving in wrath but Cia dashed towards him and then held his fisted palms. "Zae, calm down….. please…calm down," tears were shedding from Cia's eyes as she requested her husband before he ended up killing Damien with his bare hands because everyone noticed that Damien was enduring his hits without dodging it.

Its far from what you are thinking. ''And how do you know what I'm thinking, the all knowing Sky?'' I sat straighter now. ''Damian and I were talking and....'' ''Just talking-?'' He asked looking at me with googly eyes. ''Yeah, just talking-....He mentioned something though about someone's death, a female I presume......and inside, he died with her. I think her death is the cause of all his hate and sorrow. I just want to earn his trust but gosh!.....he is just so stubborn...''

Since today was a working day for them, many of them were in the palace. "By the way, how is Nadlyn? I heard she was once Dario's heartthrob before Dario died at the hands of Damian," said one of the werewolves who was a member of the Lexington Royal Pack. "Yes, I do find it strange. How could Damian kill his own twin? But they didn't say what caused it. There must have been something they were fighting over that cost them their lives," another friend replied. "Could they be fighting over Nadlyn?"

I must have sounded thoroughly mad. Where had my audacity spilled from? Alexandro cocked a brow for a spilt second. Many of the men in the room were aware of how Alexandro had a fancy attraction towards me, and so many thought I was keying into that. "No, that would be all," Alexandro cleared his throat, turning to face both Damain and Marcus. "Which one of you brought such claims to me?" "I did," Damian stretched his lips widely. Alexandro dug his hand to the back of his trousers, pulled out a pistol and directed the gun at Damain. The sound of the barrel silenced Damain to his death. No one had expected that reaction from Alexandro.

It made her chest tighten. “I don’t understand,” she whispered, her hands shaking as she held the knife. “If you’re really my brothers, and if you’re so powerful, why didn’t you come for me sooner? Why did you let him…” she pointed at Richard and Jessica, voice trembling, “why did you let him destroy everything?” “Because,” Damian said calmly, “we needed him to reveal who he really was. If we stepped in too early, he could have lied and made it look like we were the ones trying to hurt him or take you away.”

The boss looked at his right-hand man and ordered, “Hawk, go and take a look. See if they have regained consciousness.” “Yes, boss.” Seeing that they had taken the bait and one of them was coming over, Damian stood behind the door quietly. He balled his hands into fists, and he was ready to attack. Hawk opened the door, but he did not see Damian or Aria anywhere. He was about to shout that no one was around, but Damian held him just in time and covered his mouth. He effortlessly twisted his neck, and a few seconds later, the man’s lifeless body lay on the ground.

Damian walked straight toward them. “Damian—wait!” Eli started to rise. Damian didn’t turn. “Eli. Trust me.” His voice carried through the corridor—deep, calm, and lethal. Eli froze. The drones opened fire. And Damian moved like a storm unleashed. He wasn’t evading the shots—not exactly. He anticipated them, weaving between the bursts of plasma, striking the drones with precision and violence. A swift kick shattered one; he spun and slammed another into the floor, crushing its metal shell under his boot. Sparks rained around him, lighting his silhouette in flashes of electric blue.

The first explosion hit where we would’ve been. Concrete shattered. Glass rained down. Shockwaves rippled through the block. Damian wasn’t trying to win the fight. He was trying to stall us. We pushed through anyway. Close quarters. Fast decisions. No clean lines. One of Damian’s men lunged from behind a service truck. I disarmed him, slammed him into the pavement, knee to the sternum. “Where is she?” He smiled through blood. “You were never meant to catch her.” I knocked him unconscious and moved on.

“You really think this ends with you playing the hero? You always were arrogant. But here’s the problem—you can’t shoot me without starting a war. And we both know how much you hate chaos.” I barely breathed. My wrists ached from the rough grip of one of Evan’s men, but I refused to let them see my fear. I had learned something about Damian in the past few months—he never made empty threats. “Damian,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. His eyes flicked to mine for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. There was something there—something raw, something desperate. Then everything happened at once. Damian fired. The gunshot roared through the room, echoing off the marble walls. E