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.

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.”

They locked the door and left him. "Shout all you want. There's no one to come rescue you," one of the men in black warned and left. --- Damian entered the living room and went upstairs to his bedroom. He ignored his father's call, thinking his father was calling him related to business or why he went ahead and got Mr. Max apprehended. Damian recalled the sight of Alicia Dawson. He had seen her before during his visit at the town's hospital. He wanted her and knew of the relationship she was in with Jonathan Leonardo. He decided to use her father as a means to get her.

The door closed and she ended up seated on the couch. She looked up and saw that Damien was filled with jealousy, and she wanted to laugh, "How did you find me?" Damien snapped his eyes onto hers, "I have ways." "What ways Damien?" "What were you doing with that guy?" Raven rolled her eyes, "dancing not that it is any of your business." Damien came and sat next to her and he was way too close, "What?" Raven asked alarmed at the proximity that he was. "Why Raven? Do I make you nervous?" Damien smirked.

"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."

Since today was a working day for them, many of them were in the palace. "By the way, how is Nadlyn? I heard she was once Dario's heartthrob before Dario died at the hands of Damian," said one of the werewolves who was a member of the Lexington Royal Pack. "Yes, I do find it strange. How could Damian kill his own twin? But they didn't say what caused it. There must have been something they were fighting over that cost them their lives," another friend replied. "Could they be fighting over Nadlyn?"

“We can run right?” Damien shook his head. “No, Sophia. We cannot run, not when you are like this. We have to end this.” I sat down next to him. “By end this, you mean—” “I have to kill my brother.” I always knew it would come to this. Damien kills Adrian. Adrian killed Damien. Or they killed each other. “I want a gun too.” Damien glanced at me. “No, you don't. I'll protect you.” “No,” I hissed angrily. “I am already in the middle of this,” I cried.