Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

Avery didn't answer, and Tom stared at Damian who looked sad and angry. “So it's true,” he frowned. “I will kill him,” he mumbled before heading toward Nate and his group of fake friends. “Tom, no!” Avery ran behind him and stopped him. “Please, don't do anything.” “But he hurt you! No one hurts my baby!” Tom protested. “Someone protected me!” “Who?” Damian smiled, expecting to hear her say his name. “You know, my personalities,” Damian’s smile dropped and he felt like something stabbed his heart.

Damian stands inside it with one cuff still on his left wrist and blood on his mouth. For half a second, no one speaks. Then Renn says, “Of course.” Damian looks at the room, the chair, the straps, the wall screaming my brother’s non-retrievable status. His face does not soften. That is almost a relief. “You sat in it.” “Hello to you too.” Sarah points her gun at him. “Why are you bleeding?” “Because the proxy objected to my exit price.” “Did you kill him?” “Not permanently.” Renn’s eyebrows go up.

That laughter stopped the moment my men dragged him out of his seat. “What the fuck?” he barked, struggling against their hold. “Do you know who I am?” I stepped forward, adjusting the cuffs of my suit. “Yeah. You’re the piece of shit who’s about to regret ever crossing me.” Damian’s face paled slightly as realization sank in. He thrashed harder, but it was useless. My men shoved him into the back of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. His guards tried to interfere. They died for their trouble.

When he stopped in front of me, I could feel the heat of him, smell the faint trace of gunpowder and smoke clinging to his clothes. “You think I killed him because of you?” His voice was quiet, dangerous. “No, Serena. I killed him because he sold us out. Because he opened his mouth to Matthias. Because men like him don’t deserve to breathe when their loyalty falters.” I shook my head, tears burning behind my eyes. “You don’t even know if it was true. What if it was just fear? What if he was coerced? You don’t” “He was guilty.” Damien’s voice was steel. “And if I hadn’t ended him, Matthias would’ve used him against us again. I don’t take chances when it comes to you.”

But before I could pull the trigger again, a shadow moved behind me. Damian. His hand wrapped around mine, steadying my grip. He didn’t say anything—just looked at me. Then, without a word, he took my gun and pressed it against Sergei’s forehead. “No mercy,” Damian said softly. And then he pulled the trigger. Sergei crumpled. His body hit the dock with a final, lifeless thud. Silence. For the first time in weeks, true silence. Damian exhaled slowly, lowering the gun. Then he turned to me, searching my face. “You okay?”

“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.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

Alpha Damian seethed with rage, seeing the determined glare on Alpha Rex of the Bluemoon pack to unhorse him, It could only suggest something, the possibility that Bluemoon pack could conquer Darkwood pack in the future. This infuriated Alpha Damian, as he adjusted his grip aiming for the small gap between Alpha Rex's shield and breastplate, the distance closed rapidly, so abruptly Alpha Rex shifted his shield and braced for the chaotic impact. Shattering against each other's armor, at the same instance the heavy force lifted both Alphas from their saddle as the world spinning in chaotic whirl mixed with the noise and yells of the people; they both hit the ground. Immediately, the physicians

Damien said. For a moment neither of them spoke. The fire continued to burn quietly behind them. Damien finally broke the silence. “He had already made the deal with the prosecutor.” Robin Hood nodded. “Which means he had every reason to stay alive.” Damien’s expression hardened. “No one about to walk out of prison kills himself.” Robin Hood’s gaze remained steady. “Exactly.” Damien leaned forward again. “So someone silenced him.” Robin Hood nodded slowly. “And his wife and child disappear the same night.”

"After all, if not for the two of you, Wayne wouldn't have died." Hearing this, Kyle glanced at Beverly. It seemed the sniper hadn't succeeded. He gave the corpse a sharp kick and scoffed coldly. "How loyal of him." Just then, Beverly received a call from Wendell. "We've caught the sniper, and he named Blair as the one who hired him." Everything seemed settled… and yet Beverly still felt uneasy. "But who kidnapped Damien?" she murmured softly. "After all, he had no connection to Wayne." "Damien?" Kyle frowned. "While Wayne was alive, he made it his mission to oppose James at every turn. And Damien is someone James has always wanted to protect, so of course Wayne wouldn't let him go."