Damian Wayne Killed Novels & Stories

"Over the last four years, I've survived countless injuries. I nearly died multiple times, and the only reason I woke up was because of you." My voice was calm as I added, "Damian, while you were busy punishing me, I was going through hell. So, tell me, do you want to hear about the rest of it?" Damian's eyes welled with tears. A heavy silence fell over the guests, the crowd visibly shaken by what I said. Damian opened his mouth, stammering for an answer, but Camille interrupted him with a bellow. "Oh, please! Stop playing the victim. You did it for fame and the prize money. You were so obsessed with your little award that you left children to die in those war zones. In the end, you got your

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.

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.”

With pride, I said, tilting my head to the side, "You can't shoot me." "You're right, I can't. If there's anyone who deserves these bullets in his head, then it's that man that kept you away from me," He said, referring to my Diego. Damian expressed his deep hate for my Alpha and how he sometimes wish be could shoot him dead whenever they are near. "But with you here, I now have a way to kill that man a million times without laying a finger on him." "And what's that?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him.

It grates on every nerve in my body. He lifts the gun higher, barrel flicking between us. “Hmm, who do I kill first? I think I’ll go for the son of the man who ruined my life. Seems poetic, doesn’t it?” And then— He pulls the trigger. Bang. It all happens too fast. A body crashes into me, slamming me to the ground. I don’t realize what’s happening until I see it— Damian— Sprawled across me, blood blooming from his side like a dark, angry flower.

“Shut up! You were my wife. And you betrayed me.” As he ranted, Naomi’s hand slid to the floor, fingers brushing against a fallen pistol but he didn’t notice. “You think you’re better than me, Myles?” Damian snarled, stepping closer. “When I’m done, I’ll…” Bang! The gunshot cracked. Damian froze with eyes wide and blood blooming from his chest. Naomi fired again and again screaming through every pull of the trigger. He staggered backward with arms flailing, and then he was gone. Falling off the roof with his scream swallowed by the night until it ended with a distant, final crunch.

“Tell me you are okay Vanessa I cannot lose you” “I'm fine” I panted. He sighed. “I'm coming” “What? No! I don't want anything to happen to you, umm wait,911 will get here soon I will let you know what hospital we go to” “911?!” “I'm fine Damien. Wayne got shot in my stead.” I swallowed hard. “He took a bullet for me.” There was a loud crash as an object flew right through the window, shattering the glass. My brow creased.

Security rushed in, their hands grabbed at Damian. “Mr. Holt, please!” ond shouted, his voice was shaky. "Let him go!" Damian shoved them off, snarling. “Touch me again and I’ll end you.” They froze. Then he turned on me, his eyes were cold. “You’re here defending him? Talking bullshit about how good he is? Spreading your damn legs for this scum!” I flinched, hugging myself. Damian pointed at Wesley. "Do you even know what he did to you? This son of a bitch killed our baby. My baby, Lila!”

Damian stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at Orpah, saying in a calm manner, "My name is Damian Luther." When Orpah heard his name, her expression changed at once. She exclaimed, "You're Damian Luther? The person who killed Black Bjorn and Albin White?" Damian nodded indifferently at her and said, "Yes, I killed them. So what?" Orpah's expression wouldn't stop changing. In the end, she grinned cynically at him and said, "You killed two out of the Four Fighters. You're pretty ruthless, aren't you?

he whispered. “And you believe he did it?” “I mean, I was his close friend, so I know he did it.” “What?” “He had been complaining about Cassie; she was the one standing in his way, so yes, I believe Damian killed Cassie, ow,” he said, placing his hand on his chest as if in pain.