Damian Wayne Dies Novels & Stories

Since today was a working day for them, many of them were in the palace. "By the way, how is Nadlyn? I heard she was once Dario's heartthrob before Dario died at the hands of Damian," said one of the werewolves who was a member of the Lexington Royal Pack. "Yes, I do find it strange. How could Damian kill his own twin? But they didn't say what caused it. There must have been something they were fighting over that cost them their lives," another friend replied. "Could they be fighting over Nadlyn?"

Mark was hoping to get a reaction out of Damien, and he did. I am the only one in this area. I have been known to eat a cow or two when the elk and moose are scarce. I am the one this Bud Grierson shot. Elena hugged Damien as she listened to him talk to Mark. She shivered as she remembered that day, seeing the gaping hole in his side and the blood dripping from his nose. A tear glistened in her eye as she thought about that fateful day.

His eyes scanned through the screen for about two minutes. Damien patted my head as I hugged and leaned on his groin. "She took her own life babe. You don't need to beat yourself up about it” Damien comforted me. He scrolled out of the news feed before returning the laptop to me. " You don't need to think about it ok? “ He kissed my cheeks. He was about leaving when I stopped him again. " Damien, how is Yu? “ I asked, softly. Damien sighed and turned to me,"He is still at the hospital and he is getting better. We will be having him soon” he responded.

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.

"A mercenary-for-hire named Damian. Former special forces. He is wanted in three countries, but not officially connected to Fernando or any of his cohorts on paper." Damian. I swallowed. "He’s dead?" "He burned in the mansion. Along with the rest." I stared at the warehouse. Damian had been caught in the crossfire. A paid mercenary, dragged into a war he didn’t belong to. Just like Michael was now. "He didn’t deserve that," I said quietly. "You knew him?" "Not well. But enough to know he wasn’t supposed to end like this. Andrew used him. Like everyone else." The Chief was quiet for a moment.

Damien lowered the phone from his ear like it weighed a hundred pounds. "Sir," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We found Adrian." Leo went still. "And?" Damien hesitated, and that hesitation told me everything before he even said the words. "He's dead." The words dropped into the room like a stone into still water. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. "Dead?" I repeated, because my brain refused to accept it. "How? When?" Damien shook his head slowly. "I don't have details yet. Just that he's gone."

“I’m not leaving you like this.” His laugh was bitter, hollow. “Like what?” “Like you’re drowning,” I said softly. For a moment, the water was the only sound between us. Then he turned slowly, his eyes meeting mine through the rising steam. “Damian’s dead,” he said. “It’s over.” But the way he said it — the emptiness in his voice — told me he didn’t believe it. I stepped closer. “You did what you had to.” He flinched when I reached out to touch his shoulder, the movement almost imperceptible. Then his defenses cracked, just slightly, and he let out a shuddering breath.

"Do not push me today, Sebastian. I am not in the mood for your psychological games." "I am not playing games," Sebastian said, his voice entirely calm, stepping closer to the center of the room. "I am just observing a man who looks like he is running on fumes. You look like a corpse in a Tom Ford suit, brother." Damian slowly turned his head, his dark eyes meeting Sebastian’s with a chilling, absolute emptiness. "The man who felt things is dead," Damian said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent a cold chill down Sebastian’s spine. "He died a week ago. Do not look for him anymore."

they replied in unison. " That will be all for now" said Damian. They stood up and left the office. He stood up and started pacing the office immediately they left. He was angry because the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives was turned into a blood bath. He lost fifteen of his warriors and now his mate was unconscious. He will find a way to defeat the demon king. That was a promise he will keep even if it costs him his life. **** It was late at night when he finished his meetings. His mother left few minutes after he entered. Damian stripped out of his clothes and went to take a shower. He came back when he was done and sat down on the bed.