Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

He dropped the call afterward and sent the location. “My men are on the way. Let's go.” he mouthed and they got into Cielo's car and she drove off. **** “I told you I could handle Giovanni, but no. You decided to bring in someone else. Someone you thought was better. Look at the result there.” he yelled at their face in mockery, pointing at the video playing on the laptop. It was a video of Damian sitting dead in his car. They remained silent, unable to get out of their shock. It was unbelievable that Damian had just died like that.

He’d squandered his empire on drink, hiding away in a ruin filled with the shredded remains of our old photos, talking to ghosts. On a crisp autumn morning, my mentor called. His voice was heavy. "Elena... Damian is dead. Complications from alcohol poisoning. They found him clutching that blood-stained miscarriage report." I listened to the voice on the other end while I gently dressed my baby in a soft pajama set. "Understood," I replied calmly. There was no grief. No triumph. I hung up and walked out onto the terrace, looking at the sunlight dancing on the waves. Damian’s death was nothing more than a dead leaf falling in the wind. It didn't even leave a ripple.

“Hey. You’re here now. We’re okay. You saved me. You saved us.” But then— click. The metallic sound freezes the blood in my veins. Damian doesn’t hesitate nor does he stop to think. He spins around and throws himself in front of me just as two gunshots ring out. I scream. His body jerks forward. Then he drops to his knees. “No. No, no, no, no—” I catch him before he falls completely. Blood pours from his shoulder and side like a fucking waterfall. “Kyle,” I breathe as I look past him to the man who was supposed to be dead the second time. How the fuck does this bastard keep cheating death?

Selene and Damian considered having a conversation at the park as few people were around. "How did you and my father meet?" Selene asked him. Damian sighed. “We work together at our old workplace in Cambridge. Before he left work he trusted me to leave his things in his drawer.” Damian replied somberly, "Since then, I haven't seen him; I just learned that he was killed, along with your mother. Selene paused, swallowing hard to control her tears, "Killed...so it's true that they were killed." Damian looked at her with a mixture of surprise. "Didn't Lyon tell you about it?"

He immediately looked at the door. “Wayne, why are you still standing there? Aren’t you tired?” Damien looked at Wayne curiously and asked. He did not know why he stood there. Wayne’s face became even became darker. He raised his foot, moved it, walked to Damien, and sat down beside him. He didn’t know what to say about his reaction to Damien. “You little idiot.” Wayne directly slapped Damien’s head and said. He could forget him. It seemed that he had to open his memory.

Headlines filled the screen, one after another, relentless and loud. MAFIA KING DAMIAN BLACKWELL DEAD AFTER BRUTAL ATTACK BLACKWELL EMPIRE LEFT WITHOUT HEIR WIDOW LYSANDRA VELEZ SEEN WAILING AT HOSPITAL TRAGEDY STRIKES AS DAMIAN BLACKWELL PRONOUNCED DEAD Sera’s breath hitched. Her fingers froze above the keyboard. Dead. She clicked one article. Then another. Then another. Every report said the same thing. Critical injuries. Massive blood loss.

However, the look on Damian’s face showed that there was more to what he told her, and she wanted to find out what it was, “ And?” She inquired, Damian looked at her softly before he continued, “Just when my father was trying his best to make Justin pay for his crimes, he got involved in a car crash that claimed his life.” He said sadly, his voice breaking down. Layla felt bad for her husband, he has gone through so much and she felt bad that she had to remind him of the same thing that once broke him. “ I’m sorry Papi,” she apologized. Damian smiled lightly, squeezed her hand slightly, and said, “ You don’t have to be, it’s not in any way your fault.”

Just him, the dark, and that useless rage eating him alive from the inside out. I loved it. My phone buzzed on the table. I didn’t rush. Let it ring once. Twice. Picked it up after the third like I had all the time in the world. “Yeah,” I said, my voice calm, steady. One of my guys. Leon. He sounded out of breath, like he’d jogged through hell just to spit something out. “Boss… I got something. Just confirmed. Damien… Damien’s dead.” I didn’t move.

Yet, he knew better than to question his method cause it was deemed to be pretty working every time. “So, did he say about his location?” He queried further, adjusting to his seat and easing his shoulders into the backrest. Damon was back from the basement and was now chilling with Davien in the foyer. He had already emptied two canned beers while his twin was done smoking his last stick of cigarette. “No.” Damon sighs dejectedly, rubbing his thumb to his chin with his brows narrowed tightly. “He died before I could even ask.” He lost a lot of blood, and the doctor couldn’t do anything about it this time. Apparently, he went too much for cutting off his scrotum, and before he could clip the

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."