Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

He stood rooted to the spot and waited for the blow. Heidi rushed in from outside and threw herself over Damian. "Damian! Damian, can we just go home?" "We? What 'we'? You're just a liar!" Damian roared. His eyes were bloodshot. I grabbed Ryder's sleeve and pulled him back. "Calm down. Do you want to end up in jail like him, too?" I wasn't exaggerating. The day Damian confronted Heidi, he had lost his temper and nearly strangled her to death. If two passersby hadn't happened to spot them, she wouldn't have survived.

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.”

And then Damian leaned in close, his voice a venomous whisper: “He killed for you, Zaya. The first time… and maybe not the last.” --- The door exploded open. Adrian stood there like a storm in human form, his eyes locked on Damian, every muscle in his body coiled with rage. Zaya rose to her feet, her heart in her throat. “Adrian—” Her voice broke. But before she could speak, Damian smiled darkly and said the words that shattered everything: “Tell her, brother. Tell her what you did… the night her mother died.”

Damian could not have been happier at this point, and before he could respond, Lord Vedastus pulled the trigger. Bang! The bullet shot through the back of his head, through his skull, and into his head. His blood splashed everywhere. Damian's eyes were wide open, and his heart stopped beating in an instant. Death came to him quickly. Despite that, he still managed to hook the necklace for the woman he loved during his last moments, completing the sacred ceremony.

I say, he looks up at me and this time, I meet his eyes. "Mommy says you can't be killed, just your people." He says and to me and I smile. "Everyone can be killed Damian; you just need the right weapon." I say. "How can I kill you then?" He asks me. "The only way to kill me is through you. If you die, I die inside too." I say. Damian gets to his feet and starts to walk away. I watch him go, surprised at his sudden departure but he stops walking and turns around to face me.

Damien winced in pain, gazing as blood oozed out of the wound, but he didn't let go. "Why are you all watching him? He's injured!" Emberlynn yelled, but no one made a move to assist him. They all continued to watch. She wondered if they were leaving him to fight because he was the Alpha since he'd have a better chance to defeat the beast or if they just wanted to watch the show. Whichever it was, she didn't like it. When it seemed like an eternity passed, Damien delivered a crushing blow to the bear's neck, severing its spine and killing it instantly. She believed he had used his werewolf strength.

We saw Neal approaching Qiatssiah, smirking. Damian was ready to tear him into pieces when I grabbed his arm. This isn't the right moment. " why?" he asked, calming his nerves. " whyyyyyyyy?" this time he shouted at Neal. " why? Seriously Damian Black? Did you really not recognize me? You remember Antonio Romanov? I bet you do. Because it was your fucking father who killed his own Beta. You remember?" Neal shouted. Damian was standing there, stunned. He was reminiscing his past. What happened fourteen years back!

“This wasn’t about killing your father.” I turned to him, startled. “What?” “If someone wanted him dead…” He looked toward David’s room. “…they’ve had weeks to do it.” I said nothing, the thought striking me with new force. It hadn’t occurred to me amid the panic. Damien continued quietly, his voice low and measured. “They waited until he woke up.” Another silence stretched between us. “Which means they weren’t afraid of him dying. They were afraid of what he might remember.”

About how I'd managed to grab the piece of metal and stab him. As I spoke, I saw the muscles in his jaw tighten, a darkness entering his eyes. He was trying to hide it, but I could see the rage simmering just beneath the surface. When I was finished, he didn't say anything for a long moment. He just sat there, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. "He's dead." "He’s what?" My eyes widened. "But... I saw him. He was bleeding." "He didn't make it," Damian said, his voice flat. "The puncture wound severed an artery. He bled out before the police could get him to the hospital."

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had