Damian Wayne Weapon Novels & Stories

Both Damien and Williams were badly injured because of the fight, but they weren't ready to give up. Williams had Pinned Damien to the floor and just before Williams could finally kill him, an arrow came flying from nowhere and it went into Williams' head directly.

Dawn has arrived as they prepare for some weapons to take, they dressed up like a warrior. Niffa in her braided tail hair matched her white sweatshirt and black pants as she put on her long dark boots then she grabbed her bow and arrow. “Still stick to that bow and arrow huh,” Rico said as he put on his long dark boots, he had the same outfit as Niffa but he put on his dark cape looking mysterious like before. He pulls the huge toolbox under the desk.

Damian had only one arm left. Blood was gurgling out of his wound and staining the ground on his feet with red. At a distance not far away, Gerald’s face was fully written with shock as he said excitedly, “He’s a pre-celestial fighter who can condense his energy… Yet he can’t even take one punch from Dr. Yarde…” It was only now he realized how much he had underestimated Kayson. Damian controlled his energy around his body and stopped the bleeding.

Then a slow, mocking clap echoed through the rain. We broke apart. Damian stepped out from behind a rusted crane, flanked by four more armed men. Tall, impeccably dressed despite the downpour, with cold, calculating eyes and a smile that promised agony. He held a sleek black pistol casually at his side. “Touching,” Damian drawled. “The great Lucian Kane, brought low by a younger wife and her womb. Again.” Lucian shoved me behind him, shielding me completely with his body. His gun was raised, steady despite everything.

“Then we hold here. As long as it takes.” Damien’s crimson eyes scanned the edges. “Limited space. Good for defense, bad if we get overwhelmed.” The first wave hit within minutes. Infected poured over the edges of the roof like ants. Kael shifted into his powerful silver-black wolf form and became a living barricade at the east side. Damien patrolled the shadows on the west, striking with lethal precision. Serena, sitting in the center, sent out controlled bursts of violet magic, conserving every drop of power. The fighting was brutal and exhausting.

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.

It instantly identified Damian's hand and fingerprints, which finally allowed Damian to move the wall. Where the weaponry was there. However, it seemed that they were all illegal weapons that had to be well hidden. Damian picked up one of them. "I want Jovan alive!" Damian walked out of the room decisively, his footsteps even leaving a tense atmosphere in the room.

I dropped the phone onto the couch in an instant and moved. “Damien, where are you going?” Olivia called. “Someone decided to mess with me today of all days,” I said, as my hand went to the living-room drawer. K…my Kimber Custom II .45…sat where I kept him. Polished slide, checkered walnut grip, weight that never lied. I thumbed the safety and racked the slide, felt the round click into place. One in the chamber, magazine full. Ready. “The guys will handle it. Just stay here with me,” She pleaded, reaching out to grab my arm but I was already moving.

Watching. Then— BLACK. Damian stared at the screen. Then at the gun on his desk. They were already inside. And they were watching