Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

Damian, panting, bloodied and victorious, stood over his corpse. My scream was lost in the stunned, horrified silence of the pack. I didn't move. I just stood there, paralyzed, the image of Kyle’s lifeless body burned into my mind. I had just watched the man who loved me, the man who had given me a home, die. And it was all my fault. Damian walked toward me, his face a mask of grim satisfaction. He was covered in Kyle’s blood, and his knuckles were raw and bruised. He reached for me, and this time, there was no one to stop him.

He then set the cage beside the demolished manor so that she was forced to stare at the ruins every day and see what she had destroyed with her own hands. As for the twins, Damian did not hurt them. Instead, he sent them back to the Carlos family as a sign of war. That night, Damian destroyed all the Carlos family’s bases in Zolnah. He led the charge like the God of Death and was drenched in blood. He did not wear any bulletproof vests and had no one protecting him. He even longed for a bullet to pierce his heart. However, the God of Death denied him. He was bound to live with the pain of realizing the truth until the day his soul rotted completely.

DAMIEN'S POV Rage filled me as the news of Williams and Carlos's death hung heavily in the air. They had been two of my biggest Allies; I contacted them immediately, and I found out that they hated Dominic Moreno just as much as I did. We had spent so much time building the perfect plan. I was upset when the bomb did not kill Dominic, but I wasn't going to give up. Now he had been one step ahead of me and he killed them… burnt everything to the ground.

Finally, in an abandoned warehouse in New Jersey, he was cornered by a team of hired professional cleaners. The report included photos of the scene. Damian had died a pathetic death in a hail of gunfire. His body lay mangled on the cold concrete floor. Even in death, his hand was still clamped tight around that ruby ring—the gift that was never received. I finished reading the message and calmly hit Delete. After clearing the digital trash, I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manor. The Michigan sun streamed through the glass, wrapping me in a comfortable warmth. I looked down and gently rested my hand on the slight swell of my abdomen.

Fresh tears threatened to fall. Damian grabbed my shoulders as he turned and was facing me. “Stop that. Right now! If he was going to die, he would have been happy to die for someone he cared for. This was an honorable way to go. He did what he should have done. Nothing you could have done to stop him. There was no way you would have known to put a shield up.” I just broke down crying. Damian held me in his arms as I cried until exhaustion finally won, making me pass out. I was barely conscious when someone came into the gym. “Good, she is asleep. The medicine in the water worked.”

He asked as he cocked his gun to fire. Suddenly, a voice amplified by a bullhorn spoke, "Lower your weapon, Wayde! We've got you surrounded!" A frantic look entered Damian's eyes. "What did you do?" He asked Ash. "I didn't do anything." Ash replied, positioning himself in front of Jo in case Damian released a shot. "Yes, you did. You told them, didn't you? You think you're so smart! You'll die for this!" Damian said as he pulled the trigger. Ash glimpsed the bullet that came for him, and in that millisecond, he closed his eyes and embraced the world of pain he was about to enter, but the pain never came.

I heard him say. “What’s up?” “It’s crazy. It’s the Eric Circle Pack. Damn! They lost Damian. They lost their alpha.” Boom! Here we go. I sipped from a cup of coffee as I placed my ears on their voice vibration, hearing them clearly enough from the distance. “Are you being serious? What happened to Damian?” “The news has it that he was attacked, but his actual cause of death was slipping and falling. He broke his neck by the bathtub.”

Simons said as soon as he spotted Damian. "What's happening?" Damian asked. "We don't know how it happened but he's gone. He couldn't make it," The doctor said a little bit sad. "But you said he was out of danger?" Damian said, his eyes narrowed at the doctor. "He was….but I don't know what happened," the doctor said. Damian groaned angrily, his fingers balled into tight fists when Ron came in. "Everything alright sir?" He asked, concern in his tone. "That asshole died. He died without telling me who wants my wife dead.I wish I could just kill him," Damian groaned in anger. He was really pissed, he was acting like a bull who had been provoked. He was charged and ready to destroy something.

A strike to the knee dropped the man instantly, followed by a clean snap of the neck before he hit the ground. Two left. The last pair tried to recover, but it was already too late. He could see the fear in them… Now, they were just trying to survive. Damien didn’t give them the chance. He charged for them..and in seconds it was done. He made it quick. After the killing spree, silence returned. Damien stood still for a moment, his breathing heavy. Blood dripped slowly from his arm, from his side, from cuts he picked up as well.