Baldi Comic Novels & Stories

He is looking at me in a new light, but his terror has come too late. “It’s my turn to have some fun now,” I tell him and bring the blade down. A shrill scream cuts through the air as the blade slices through his earlobe and plummets into the sand. Baldy’s eyes flutter open, he must have shut them earlier and upon seeing the blade that nearly took his life, he screams again and crawls out of the ring yelling, “I yield! I yield! That bitch tried to kill me!”, all the while cupping his ear. I barely even scratched him.

Levi's POV After breakfast, we go to find Baldwin. Apparently, his office is in one of the barns at the back of the stables. When we get there, Baldwin is inside with four other guys, as if they’ve been waiting for us. “Ah, you’re here. Come in,” he says, standing. “This is Caleb, Aaron, Dante, and Chase.” The four of them rise as we introduce ourselves. Caleb has the bushiest eyebrows I’ve ever seen. They’re thick and dark, making his broad face look thoughtful. He has a quiet demeanour, and something about him settles the air in my chest. Maybe he comes from a Gamma line.

the other man answered. “Exactly. From what I heard, their mom is an assassin, and their dad is part of a secret organization. I think it’s called ‘Dark Moon’—our boss’s top enemy. That’s why I’m getting out of here before I get caught up in this mess,” Baldo said, about to leave when his companion stopped him. “Hold on!” he said. “I’m coming with you. I still have young kids—I’m not ready to die,” he added, and they quickly left the area.

With an evil grin, he said, “Well, well. You’ve caught my eye. I’ll be bringing you home later.” Alex gave him the side-eye. His eyes were as cold as the North Pole. Waltz, however, giggled and responded, “You didn’t catch my eyes, though. You’re far too ugly.” “You…” Baldy fumed and grabbed the coffin cover with both hands, using his inner core’s strength of the Advanced Royal fighter that he was. “Up we go!” With a loud explosion, the long nails around the rim of the coffin ripped out instantly. As Baldy lifted the coffin cover, the Rockefellers let out a deep sigh of relief, smiling gratefully.

"And you are?" Baldy smiled. "I like you, suka. Too bad you die. I give you to my son." Yeah...nah. "That doesn't help me with your name or bratva." Baldy's face darkened for the first time. He raised a fist, shook it in my face. "We are not bratva. Bratva are weak and kormit' grud'yu u pravitel'stva." "Of course. How silly of me." I backed up, raised my hands in deference.

Baldy, get them! At Susan's order, the gangster in the lead, Baxter Baldwin, often called "Baldy" because of his bald head, walked up to Damian and gave him a hard look. He flared his nostrils and looked aggressively at Damian before bursting out in laughter. "So, it was you who bullied my girl, huh? You bastard, I swear I'm going to beat the living shit out of you today!" With that, Baxter swung his bat in the air and smashed it down in the direction of Damian's head.