Damian Kills Nightwing Novels & Stories

Damien winced in pain, gazing as blood oozed out of the wound, but he didn't let go. "Why are you all watching him? He's injured!" Emberlynn yelled, but no one made a move to assist him. They all continued to watch. She wondered if they were leaving him to fight because he was the Alpha since he'd have a better chance to defeat the beast or if they just wanted to watch the show. Whichever it was, she didn't like it. When it seemed like an eternity passed, Damien delivered a crushing blow to the bear's neck, severing its spine and killing it instantly. She believed he had used his werewolf strength.

I’ve waited for 4 years to have my revenge on Damian and I can feel that my wait will soon be over. Damian killed my mate and I’ve been waiting for him to find his mate so I can take her away from him like he took mine away. I hate him to the core and the mere sight of him drives me crazy! “Good afternoon, boss.” Jace vows to greet. “Good afternoon,” I responded. “Damian has finally found his mate,” I said with an evil scowl. “I think it’s time now. Should I go kill her now?.” Jace asked waiting for my order.

she murmured, her voice trembling with outrage. Clara stood her ground, her eyes blazing. "No, Vivian. You will." Before Vivian could respond, Marcus leapt at her, his claws tearing through her defenses. Vivian screamed, her power faltering as Marcus's attacks landed. Clara joined him, her energy surging as she blasted Vivian with waves of light. Together, they overwhelmed the witch, their combined power too much for her to handle. With a final, desperate scream, Vivian was consumed by the light, her form dissolving into nothingness.

Before he could react, Damian was on him, his movements quick and deadly. “Stay down!” Damian barked at me as he tackled the rogue to the ground. I scrambled back, watching in shock as Damian fought the rogue with a ferocity I hadn’t seen in years. He didn’t hold back, and within moments, the rogue was lifeless on the ground. Damian turned to me, his chest rising and falling heavily as he wiped the blood from his hands. “Are you okay?” I nodded, though my body was still shaking. “I... I think so.”

“You did it! My brother is in a coma because of you! My family is in a mess because of you! Oh, and news flash? I didn’t kill Cleo. She’s alive…I spoke to her!” Damien’s smile grew, slow and dangerous. “You spoke to who I wanted you to speak to, Olivia. Cleo is dead. You killed her.” He turned to the reporters. “I won’t go into the details of what happened years ago. Not here. But I will say this…yes, people very close to me were involved in the shooting that left her brother in a coma. I was there that night. Wrong place, wrong time. I didn’t pull the trigger. I didn’t order it. I had no part in it. I was just a bystander too.”

Elena’s scream caught in her throat as she watched from the broken window above. “No!” Damian barked, stepping in front of his assistant. The gun went off—once. The sound tore through the night, followed by a shattering echo that made the birds outside scatter into the storm. When the smoke cleared, Damian stood unmoving. The bullet had grazed his arm, blood blooming through his sleeve. Adrian dropped to his knees, trembling. “You still protect him?” Marcus said, lowering the weapon. “Even now?” Damian’s voice came low, dark, and calm. “Because I’m not you.”

About how I'd managed to grab the piece of metal and stab him. As I spoke, I saw the muscles in his jaw tighten, a darkness entering his eyes. He was trying to hide it, but I could see the rage simmering just beneath the surface. When I was finished, he didn't say anything for a long moment. He just sat there, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. "He's dead." "He’s what?" My eyes widened. "But... I saw him. He was bleeding." "He didn't make it," Damian said, his voice flat. "The puncture wound severed an artery. He bled out before the police could get him to the hospital."

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

“Will you tell me what happened to Damian now?’ Gwen asked softly. I nodded. Of course. I will tell her. That was the reason why I flew in a Roadster. I wanted to let her know. And if she was willing, I wanted to bring her to Greece. The doctors taking care of Damian said that surrounding him with people he cared about might help. And so, I made a decision to fetch Gwen. I had not realized that the initiative was timely. I made a call, and it turned out well because if I hadn't, I wouldn’t have intercepted Liam Boyd and Monique from framing Gwen and putting her behind bars. With the help of Fredrick, we were able to neutralize them, even the police officers who used to stage their plan. “He

A brother turned traitor, silenced by the man he once called family. Damian’s jaw locked as he whispered, more to himself than anyone else: “He was a lion. And I killed him.” Adriana reached for him, her hand trembling as it touched his wrist. “He chose his path, Damian. If you hadn’t fired—he would’ve killed me.” His eyes burned into hers, wolf-dark, haunted. “That doesn’t change the blood on my hands.” The sound of boots thundered outside. Within seconds, the safehouse filled with Moretti men—Damian’s soldiers, all bristling with weapons. Behind them came another group, men once loyal to Marco, faces pale, eyes wild with fear and grief.