Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

Adrian seemed to have deliberately made himself forget. My Damian never woke up in the end. He died that winter. That little knight with the same gray-brown eyes as his, the child who'd cry in my arms in secret asking for his daddy, late one night more than two years ago, his heartbeat finally flattened into a single straight line. His cold, small body was buried in the cold ground, frozen forever at five years old. I said, Adrian, there's Damian's life between us. How could we ever be happy?

"He was in the water, but he was breathing, barely, and by the time I pulled him out he was terrified, out of his mind, saying Elias was going to kill him if he didn't disappear." The room kept tilting. "You let me bury an empty casket." "I gave him what he asked for," Damian said, and for once there was no calm left in his voice, just something raw and old and tired. "A staged death, a way out, in exchange for everything he had on Elias, on Seraphim, on all of it. He swore he'd come forward eventually, once it was safe, once he could protect you properly instead of from a distance." "And you just — went along with it? You let me grieve a man who was out there somewhere, alive, while I tore

"No, not currently. He was only serious about one girl named Demi, she was the only one that he ever gave his heart to." "Why did they break up?" "Not sure about the full story but she went for someone else when Damien wasn't well established. From then he has never trusted any female fully no matter what happens." "I see," Raven replied trying to hide her disappointment, she really thought that he was interested in her but he was just a playboy who never committed. He didn't bother to hide that he was using the girls so he wouldn't give them false hope but that just sucked. If Damien didn't trust women, which meant he was not over his ex.

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.

“With all due respect, Mr. Blackwood, it’s a valid question. The public deserves transparency. Ethan Blackwood’s death remains” “My brother’s death,” Damian cut in sharply, and that single word changed everything. Brother. The press froze. Aria’s breath caught. Damian didn’t raise his voice, but something had shifted beneath it, steel wrapped around something far more dangerous. “My brother died in a documented accident,” Damian said, each word measured. “He was mourned privately, properly, and with respect. Any attempt to use his death as a tool to attack Ms. Whitmore is both cowardly and legally actionable.”

There wasn't a single news or update about his whereabouts or anything at all to know that Liam had won, was alive and would walk through the door again. Until now... My lack of sleep, anxiety and fatigue propelled me to turn on the TV this morning. I wasn't sure what I was looking for but I scrolled through the channels anyway. And finally, the morning news anchor caught my attention with the mention of Damien's name. “The CEO of Blackwell Group and founder of Vismo, Damien Blackwell has been confirmed dead in a tragic plane crash last night.” My mouth freezes open and blood drains from my face. The remote control slips from my hand and lands on the floor. My heart thuds.

Damian was shocked, and he swiftly rose from his chair as he was in his office at his company, the Tucker's Group. "Fine. Take care of them and leave no traces," Damian quickly ended the call and stepped out of his office to leave the company. He had a meeting by 4 pm, but he swiftly left his office and got into his car. As he drove back home to confront Maria. Maria was still restless and pacing about in the living room of Damian's mansion when her phone rang out. She hesitated to answer the call when she saw that it was her older brother, Grant Milian, who was calling her.

I rolled my eyes not ready for the glory distribution they were both on to. “Is mum aware?” I asked looking back at Damian, mum was definitely going to trace to wherever I was if she found out I was no longer tied up in the villa. “Don't worry nobody knows, I think you are dead at this moment” he said as he said into a cushion far into the room. “Dead” I looked back at Damian who had the same expression on his face. “You slit your wrist and you died” he blotted out as though things were that easy.

he laughs out. Damian’s eyes meet mine. We look at Andre. All three of us came to an understanding. This has nothing to do with Slade. This is an attack on Rowan Priest. “That’s that dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. You see you made one misjudgment when you attempted to kill on of our own. Though I have no problem helping clear things up for you.” Damian says he walks over. “Fazel you’re a dead man, no one is going to find your body as of today Fazel Amlo never even fucking existed. His parents dead… Your girl? Sahla Adams dead…” Damian runs his thumbs across his throat slowly for dramatic effect.