Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. “Can I ask you something?” she said softly. “Anything.” “When did it start?” she asked. “Your condition. When was your first reaction?” Damian was quiet for a long moment. He looked down at his hands. “I was sixteen,” he said, his voice low. “My parents died in a car crash. I was at school when they called. Just… a phone call. ‘Your parents are gone.’ No warning. No goodbye. Just gone.” Her chest tightened.

Damian crushed him against the wall, his hand plunging into the sergeant's chest, seeking his heart. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Sergeant Chriswell's final cry of excruciating pain reverberated through the room before he crumpled to the floor, lifeless. "Nooooooooo!" The Sheriff's anguished scream filled the air. Damian turned his attention toward the sheriff, his steps deliberate and menacing, as he slowly approached. "What are you?" the sheriff trembled, his voice laced with fear. "DEATH!" Damian replied, his words dripping with malevolence and a chilling certainty.

Good, at least this would force him to explain or either make a decision. But the next minute Damian did something I wasn’t expecting. Something that shocked Riley and me. “Your life is yours Ari and if you feel like you're tired of being alive, then answer death's call.” He said coldly. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to believe he had really said that. But it was real. Damian walked back into the car, got inside, and asked the driver to speed off. He was gone. He was really gone. He had left me to die.

"He's going to fuck her every day and every night like the slut she is, and they're going to Australia to spend their lives together after they finish their studies." Damien scowled at him before seizing the hockey stick that was lying next him and hitting him on the back of the head. As he slowly stood up, he continued to attack him and shouted "I will kill you, Motherfucker!" Officers and Venezio arrived a few minutes later, but it was too late; the old bug was dead on the ground. Damien had him on his head, causing internal bleeding, and he died on the spot. Venezio was enraged when he saw Damien, and Damien's face twisted in distaste. Before Venezio was able to attack him, Damien took out t

he whispered. “And you believe he did it?” “I mean, I was his close friend, so I know he did it.” “What?” “He had been complaining about Cassie; she was the one standing in his way, so yes, I believe Damian killed Cassie, ow,” he said, placing his hand on his chest as if in pain.

Holding back his fist, Jason drew a deep breath, saying, “You stupid being. You allowed yourself to get scammed and manipulated.” “I was afraid to die!” Austin replied, tears rolling down his face again, but he quickly blinked them away. Frowning at his brother, Jason took a step back and then said, “Well, if we don’t find Duncan today, you are a dead man-” “Jason, please. I am your flesh and blood.” Austin cried, resting on his knee. “You can't-” “Damion is dead.” “I-we... it's...” “I have no reason to kill you, Austin, unlike Damion...”

His voice low, steady despite the storm brewing outside, he turned to the healer. “Announce it,” he commanded. “Tell them I am dead.” The healer’s eyes widened in shock. “My Alpha... are you certain?” Damian gave a single nod, his expression hard as steel. “It’s time.” Though his heart pounded with fear of what might follow, the healer trusted his Alpha’s plan. With practiced sorrow and trembling voice, he staggered out before the gathered warriors and pack members at the gate. “Alpha Damian... has fallen to the poison,” he announced, voice breaking. “The Alpha is dead!”

“I’m dying, Mother. I’d only make her a widow.” “Don’t say such things. I won’t let that happen. Veronica will help care for you when I’m busy with the company. You need someone, darling.” He nodded in understanding. Damian began coughing again. “You can see, Mother.” He showed her the blood on his napkin. “I’m slowly dying.” Serena looked at him, not with pity, but with calculation. Not all the shareholders had submitted to her. If Damian died now, she would lose everything to Travis, Damian’s uncle. She couldn’t allow that. She had to reduce the poison dose.

Damien directly crushed Zayn's leg, he preferred slow death snapping the veins on their necks, disemboweled some organs, letting them die slowly and painful. Zayn groaned in pain his back full of sweat, he didn't want fight anymore. "Resisting is futile.. death is inevitable..." Damien wrapped his fingers around Zayn's neck elegantly, earning a scoff from him. "You'll get your retribution! You'll die an horrible death..." Damien chuckled, he wasn't dumb he could differentiate good from bad. The people he killed they didn't have one ounce of good in them, only black heart and vile mouths.

He was driving with a violent precision, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. ​Damian, I said over the wind. Why did your father really die? ​The car swerved slightly, the tires screaming against the asphalt as we rounded a hairpin turn over a five-hundred-foot drop. ​He didn't die in an accident, Aara," Damian said, his eyes fixed on the road. He died because he tried to print the Second Impression on the wrong kind of paper. He tried to tell the truth before the ink was dry. ​And you're doing the same thing, aren't you? I asked.