Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

I had to hold it with both hands to keep my hand steady. "I love Matteo. He is the only man for me, not you nor anyone else. I would rather kill myself right now than to ever go back with you." Damian's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. He suddenly chuckled lowly. "Well, that is just too bad. Remember Isla, you made your choice." He pulled out his gun, but I was quicker. I shot him. I lost count on how many times I shot Damian. He smirked one last time before tossing the lighter into the warehouse. I watched as the building caught ablaze.

Evelyn said, her eyes bloodshot. “He’s already paid for his crimes.” Damian responded softly. Evelyn’s eyes flickered and she swatted Damian’s hand away from her face thinking he was trying to protect the murderer. “If you won’t let me get the justice my parents deserve then be ready to never see me forever.” She hissed. Damian whose hand was hanging in the air brought it down and sighed. “You didn’t let me finish. I said he already paid for his crimes because he is dead. He was shot twenty-one times in his chest. That was a horrible way to die.”

Orion told her plainly that if she wanted to leave that house with her head still attached to her body she was going to say what she did. And that's when it happened, those missing pieces to the puzzle that none of us had, she finally filled it in.” I take a deep breath because this part of the story is still fresh and raw. “But wait a minute, it was Damian who killed Reagan, so Caroline isn't part of that right?” My brother asks me.

"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

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?"

Kane kissed him softly on the lips and sat back down. “My final question. What do you think should be your punishment?” Cyrus asked as soon as Kane sat down. “My guilt is eating me alive. I should be killed.” Damian said. “No!” Kane shouted from his chair. “No you should not Damian.” Kane looked at me and Osiris, “don’t listen to him!” Osiris stood up, put his hands up to stop Kane from speaking. “It’s okay Kane. I just wanted to know what Damian thought. Killing him is off the table.”

Kayden tried to save face once more. "What happened to Damian?" I asked. "To begin with, he's safe." "But that means you shot him." I say, realizing that Kayden must've been the one outside the car when Damian went to search for the source of the noise. "Yes. Though I never intended to hurt him. He was shouting about how I was the traitor, and I couldn't let you know that just yet. I tried to get the gun away from him when the gun went off. The bullet went into his abdomen. He fell instantly. I had brought a tranquilizer gun with me. I had intended to knock him out with that. However, after he had actually been shot, I knew my only option was to hit him with the tranquilizer. It was the only

“Say, do you have a powerful smite spell as a priest or something poisonous that I can drink? I don’t feel like walking. Waking up in the church is quicker.” Surprised that Damian asked to be killed as a shortcut, Zen wondered if friendly fire was allowed. He did not have such spells or poisonous substances in his inventory. However, he had weapons on him that might do the trick. “If it works, it might hurt a lot,” Zen warned. “Close your eyes. I don’t feel good attacking another person, especially someone on my team.” Laughing, Damian beckoned for Zen to stab him in the jugular correctly. One good stab would send him right back to where he wanted to be.

his body was not found along with his assistant" "Clinton?", I asked and she nodded, "Only the car was badly damaged. Without a dead body for proof, we can't prove he is dead", she explained. " Then, why was he pronounced dead?*, I asked again and she shrugged. "Looking at the extent of damages on the car, it is safe to say that no one could escape death in the accident and we have proof that Damian and his assistant were in the car as we found their DNA in the car. But Damian is not a nobody. With my recent investigation on the man, I don't think he is an easy person to kill and you lived with him for a while, do you think it would be that easy to kill Damian, the hybrid?", she asked but I

Damian Vale died quietly. Not in the way men usually did—no gunshot, no obituary, no dramatic fall from a building with a crowd to witness it. He died in databases. In access logs. In banking systems that suddenly showed **zero**. In facial-recognition grids that could no longer agree on who he was. By sunrise, Damian Vale officially did not exist. And that was exactly how war began. Elijah watched the final protocol execute, the last of Damian’s digital fingerprints evaporating into clean silence.