Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

I whispered. “Sure, sweetie,” Mary replied. “Damian doesn’t talk about his parents much. What happened to them?” She sat silent for a moment then looked at me, “They were killed in a car accident when Damian was fifteen,” she whispered. “Oh god. I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” “He doesn’t like to talk about it. He had been getting in trouble at school days before the accident, and they were on the way to talk with the principal about Damian’s behavior. A drunk driver crossed the white line and hit them head-on. It killed them both almost instantly.”

He looked up and saw his beta standing there and he waved at him to leave them which the latter did quietly. "I brought great news for you that will certainly bring an endless smile on your lips." Lambert said as he sat down properly on his seat. "Go on, spill it." Alpha Caine said with a little curiosity. "It has been confirmed that Alpha Damien is dead, in fact as we speak, his pack members are done howling as a sign of their last respect to him." Lambert informed with a proud smile as he crossed his legs. "Wow, you have done so well, you have done so well!" Alpha Caine said as he hides his happy expression, denying Lambert of the expression he so madly wants to see.

In ten days, when The Balance rendered judgment on our ninety-day timeline, this would count as success, as justice served and cosmic purpose fulfilled. But Damian—my partner, my love, the person who'd made resurrection bearable rather than just survivable—was gone. Taken by the same explosion he'd used to save everyone else.

“That’s not necessarily so. We can’t be without a leader forever.” I shot a glance at the doorway. Getting up and approaching Wendy, I forced myself to speak more softly. “Wendy, we’ve been searching for Damiano’s body for a week, but nothing has come of it. The survivors all said that they saw him die. “In any case, we’ll find his body sooner or later. The important thing now is to let Damiano rest in peace.” Wendy took a step back. “But—” I interrupted her and continued, “Wendy, Damiano is dead. I’m as torn up about it as you are. You’ve lost your adoptive brother, but I’ve lost my fiance on what should’ve been my wedding day.”

before hanging up. "What was that about?" I asked casually, still riding the high of our new official status. "Nothing important." He took my hand, interlacing our fingers and gripping tightly. His tone was as casual as if he was commenting on the nice weather. "Damien Blackwood killed himself this morning. Silver blade to the heart." I was slightly stunned by the news, then felt a strange sense of closure wash over me. "Oh." I responded simply, my gaze sweeping over the hurried pedestrians on the distant street.

Her eyes were slowly filled with tears “Oh dear child, did I say something to upset you? I am so sorry” “No you didn’t. You didn’t say anything upsetting, I promise you that” “Then why are you crying, dear child?” Damian’s mom asked Damian moved close to Beth and held her shoulders. He sighed and kisses her head “What’s wrong? What are you not telling me?” she asked the both of them “Mom, carol is dead. She was killed in her apartment some weeks ago. We don’t know who the killer is yet but we are hoping to find some answers”

I heard him say. “What’s up?” “It’s crazy. It’s the Eric Circle Pack. Damn! They lost Damian. They lost their alpha.” Boom! Here we go. I sipped from a cup of coffee as I placed my ears on their voice vibration, hearing them clearly enough from the distance. “Are you being serious? What happened to Damian?” “The news has it that he was attacked, but his actual cause of death was slipping and falling. He broke his neck by the bathtub.”

Fresh tears threatened to fall. Damian grabbed my shoulders as he turned and was facing me. “Stop that. Right now! If he was going to die, he would have been happy to die for someone he cared for. This was an honorable way to go. He did what he should have done. Nothing you could have done to stop him. There was no way you would have known to put a shield up.” I just broke down crying. Damian held me in his arms as I cried until exhaustion finally won, making me pass out. I was barely conscious when someone came into the gym. “Good, she is asleep. The medicine in the water worked.”

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had