Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

I wanted him to tell me where she was, who had hurt her, why her scent was faint, and how I would find her. Before I could form the question, before a second of strategy could click into place, Damian did something I did not expect. He drove his claws into his chest. It was gruesome and resolute. He tore his own heart out and held it up like an offering. His eyes closed. He gave a wet, ragged sigh and died. The pack around me gasped. I slapped the blade out of reflex and covered my face because shame is a bright, ugly thing. I should have done more. I should have found a way to keep him talking. I should have strangled answers out of him, chained him, used him. Instead, he sealed his mouth f

The Mafia King even had the police eating out of his hands and was untouchable. Whereas Damien was the techy business survey one. An expert in all things business and the money generator of the family. Both were the pride of joys to their Father for their accomplishments and talents which had made his legacy grow to what it was now. “IS it about Ava,” Upon hearing say her name, Damien quickly turned and glared at his brother. Wondering how he already knew about her, Was it Ben? Had his assistant ran his mouth, Damien could not help but wonder,

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."

Damian's POV Alpha Damian was in the wolf fortress’s council hall, discussing territory disputes with some important tribal elders, when he got the news of my and my brother Liam’s "deaths." The wolf guard delivering the message shivered as he looked at the death confirmation rushed from the sanatorium, and the two "charred corpses" carefully faked by the Shadow Claws and sent back. "Alpha, Miss Seraphina and her brother Liam are confirmed dead. Do you… do you need to see them yourself?"

I read the same line again, eyes growing wide. According to the reports in my hand, Damian was dead, and he had been dead for years.

she says "He-he wasn't a-all so awesome," I tell her "Did you shoot him?" She asks "N-no, I came home f-from college and he was here," I tell her honestly. "He was already gone when you got there?" She asks "Y-y-yes," Mika wrapped her arms around my waist pulling my back against her I turned around to hug her as we continued talking to the operator, telling her everything we knew. Eventually, we heard police sirens coming, "I'm going to hang up now, okay?" The lady asks

“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.”

"What you and Dr. Whitmore did out there… was incredible. I ruined everything. I never deserved you. "I know you're never going to forgive me, and I'm not trying to throw a pity party," Damian said, his words jumbled as he stumbled through his thoughts. "But I need you to know… I missed you every single day of those four years. "Back on that train, you weren't the only one who fell in love at first sight." I already knew he and Camille were over. The moment the live stream ended, viewers dug up their identities and dragged them all over the Internet. They trended for three days straight, subjected to endless criticism.

They have not killed the people but they killed me in a way that takes my life away when Damian dies. Damian's death will kill me, from the inside like poison. A weapon that destroys the core first before reaching the vessel and that is exactly what will happen if Damian dies right now in front of me, which in time, with time, I will have to watch him take his last breath. Hear his heartbeat for the last time and then no more... The heart monitor will make that sound, the sound of an ending. An end to what should have been a beautiful life and when I think back to his upbringing, I shudder.