Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

But I know the truth. They won’t bring him back. Dead on scene. The coroner’s report was clear. Blunt-force trauma to the chest. Shattered ribs. Organ damage. Broken neck. Traumatic brain injury. No chance. They ruled it an accident. Speed. Road conditions. A fatal miscalculation. Damion disappears from the screen without a word. He probably needs some air.

“Last warning. Surrender now.” “Never!” Tommy sneered. With fury, he used the dagger he'd gotten from Nelo and stabbed himself twice. Damian and the rest did not move as they watched him collapse to the ground and shook with pain. It took him about ten minutes to take his last breath. Afterwards Damian gave the orders for his body to be moved. No one said a word about it as it was done and the place was cleared of his remains and scent. His death was never mourned nor would he be acknowledged as an Alpha in the history recordings. Damian swore to make sure of it.

“I heard about that. It was quite unfortunate.” Damien’s eyes stayed on mine. “Yes, very unfortunate, especially now.” The way he said those two words made the back of my neck feel cold. “What happened?” I asked carefully. Damien picked up his phone from the desk and turned the screen toward me without a word. A news alert, barely twenty minutes old. VICTOR HALE CONFIRMED DEAD. HOSPITAL SOURCES CITE UNEXPLAINED CARDIAC FAILURE. CIRCUMSTANCES UNDER INVESTIGATION.

Evelyn said, her eyes bloodshot. “He’s already paid for his crimes.” Damian responded softly. Evelyn’s eyes flickered and she swatted Damian’s hand away from her face thinking he was trying to protect the murderer. “If you won’t let me get the justice my parents deserve then be ready to never see me forever.” She hissed. Damian whose hand was hanging in the air brought it down and sighed. “You didn’t let me finish. I said he already paid for his crimes because he is dead. He was shot twenty-one times in his chest. That was a horrible way to die.”

"Damien called me that night and told me he had someone who had dug up information, something big that I could present in court against a big shot. He wouldn’t tell me over the phone. He just told me to meet him at our old diner, the one we used to go to as kids. But I never made it." Krystie swallowed hard. "Why not?" Lucian let out a bitter laugh. "Because I was called away. A client needed urgent legal help, a last-minute meeting that I thought couldn’t wait. By the time I finally made it to the diner, it was too late. The place was empty, except for him." His voice broke slightly. "Damien. He was lying there, a gunshot wound on his chest. He died before I could get help." Krystie’s stoma

Rose came back and stood on her previous position like she didn't moved an inch from there. Damian took out his gun from his waistband and pointed towards Johnathan... "Please don't kill me, I am sorry, it won't happen again Mr. Knight, please..." He pleaded but everyone standing there knows that begging won't do anything, Damian is heartless and he never shows mercy on people who disrespects him... "I don't like when someone touches what's mine..." Damian made him kneel in front of him and shot straight in between his eyes... No one dared to utter a word, two men came and took his deadbody with them...

Sharp and composed as always. Jaxon smirked faintly. “Guess I’m not dead yet.” Damian’s mouth tugged upward. “Good. Would’ve been a shame to lose my best head of security. And, well—the only one I trust.” That meant something. Coming from Damian, it meant everything. Jaxon swallowed hard. “What about Calder?” “Dead,” Damian said flatly. “You shot him. Right through the chest. He didn’t even make it two steps.” Relief washed through Jaxon, heavy and final. That chapter was closed.

Damian Vale died quietly. Not in the way men usually did—no gunshot, no obituary, no dramatic fall from a building with a crowd to witness it. He died in databases. In access logs. In banking systems that suddenly showed **zero**. In facial-recognition grids that could no longer agree on who he was. By sunrise, Damian Vale officially did not exist. And that was exactly how war began. Elijah watched the final protocol execute, the last of Damian’s digital fingerprints evaporating into clean silence.

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.

He was at least better than the rest, but they all shared one common thing–NO FREEDOM. He covered his blanket head to toe and unwrapped the note his brother gave him.. and a deep frown courted his face at the first read: Damian is still alive but hospitalized. But he is as good as dead lying half-dead since the bullet ruptured his spinal cord. He barely can think or do a thing for himself. So, the complainant will be ruled absent from judgment in court. Don’t fret. That's our script. Do not plead guilty. Don’t trust any prison warder, 90% work for him.