Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

Mark was hoping to get a reaction out of Damien, and he did. I am the only one in this area. I have been known to eat a cow or two when the elk and moose are scarce. I am the one this Bud Grierson shot. Elena hugged Damien as she listened to him talk to Mark. She shivered as she remembered that day, seeing the gaping hole in his side and the blood dripping from his nose. A tear glistened in her eye as she thought about that fateful day.

Damian screamed; his voice became harsh and serious. Without hesitation two of his men charged towards Damian; he removed his gun. “Bang!!!” He shot one to the ground, blood gushing out of his stomach. “Kill them!” Ryker gave the last command, and all of his men attacked the five of them at the same time. Damian didn’t retreat; he was ready to die for the cause; he was ready to die for Alpha Kael. At that moment, they opened my heart to accept the truth. I began to picture Kael as a good Alpha, unlike Alpha Darius and Adrian. No wolf follower is ready to die for an Alpha who isn’t ready to sacrifice anything for them.

“He won’t win.” “But he’ll try.” I folded my arms. “And we both know Martin doesn’t bluff.” Silence stretched between us for a moment. Then I added, “What happened between you two? The Black Highlands?” “He ambushed me,” Damien said, voice like gravel. “I killed his Beta and nearly ripped him apart. He escaped with half his ribs broken. But he never forgave that.” I exhaled slowly. “So now he wants revenge. And leverage. And—”

It was cold, precise, heavy with grief. I looked up to see Damian’s mother standing there, her eyes red-rimmed but hard, an impenetrable shield of calm grief. Her hand rested on the edge of the reception desk, knuckles white. My chest tightened as her gaze swept over me, and I sensed immediately that whatever news she carried, it was not good. “Where’s Damian?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she shook her head slowly. “He… he didn’t make it, Vivian.”

Jonathan replied angrily, but he has an underlying feeling that it could be Damian. "Did you see Damian today? I heard from Brown that some of Damian's men got injured in a drug deal battle with some other drug lords, and they were being treated in the hospital. Although this is Damian's territory, so I don't think those foolish men will go after you when they don't have enough information that you are Damian's woman," Jonathan said the last words with anger on his face, and he saw Alicia look away from him. Alicia even moved away from his embrace.

"A mercenary-for-hire named Damian. Former special forces. He is wanted in three countries, but not officially connected to Fernando or any of his cohorts on paper." Damian. I swallowed. "He’s dead?" "He burned in the mansion. Along with the rest." I stared at the warehouse. Damian had been caught in the crossfire. A paid mercenary, dragged into a war he didn’t belong to. Just like Michael was now. "He didn’t deserve that," I said quietly. "You knew him?" "Not well. But enough to know he wasn’t supposed to end like this. Andrew used him. Like everyone else." The Chief was quiet for a moment.

I asked, my voice shaking. Damian’s grin widened. “Yes,” he said, taking a step closer. “Isn't it obvious? I killed Hilda. If I couldn’t have her, no one could. I killed her, and I killed your father. I should have killed you too, but I saw you were no threat. Just a weak, pathetic child.” He chuckled darkly. “And guess what? I don’t regret it.”

"Or Evander. Or Rafael. Or all three working together. I don't know. But someone wants me dead, and they're using you as the weapon." "You were there," I insist. "You admitted it. You were there when Matteo died." "Yes. I was there." Damian's voice is heavy with pain. "I was there, and I've lived with that guilt every day since. But I didn't kill him, Luca. I swear on everything I have left, I didn't kill your brother." "Then who did?" "I don't know. That's the truth. I don't know who fired the shots. I turned around for just a moment, just seconds, and when I looked back, Matteo was on the ground. By the time I reached him, whoever did it was gone."