Bane Killing Batman Novels & Stories

Kane moved on autopilot showering, changing into a fresh black tee and jeans, then heading down to his garage. His fingers hovered over the keys of his favorite car, but at the last second, he grabbed the ones for his truck instead. Tonight, he was driving slow. It was nearly 8 PM when he arrived at the underground boxing venue. And he knew she would be there. The moment he stepped inside, the scent of sweat, metal, and blood hit him like a punch to the gut. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting deep shadows against the caged ring. Voices murmured, bets were whispered, and in the background, the steady thud, thud, thud of fists hitting punching bags filled the silence.

I retorted. “Let’s go outside,” Annabella says standing on her feet. “Anna,” Kyle shakes his head. “I won’t let her have my mate,” I stood from my chair and walked out of the dining room. I can't fight her even if I wanted to….not in my condition. “Anna, no,” Bane shouts and I turn to see her coming at me. The Amulet sent off a warning but Anna wasn’t stopping and Bane pushed her out of the way as he took the same blow Dominic did.

He let out a soft sigh, as if he were dealing with incompetent interns rather than possessed super-soldiers. As the first heavy baton swung in a lethal arc toward his skull, Killian moved. He didn't shift into his colossal wolf form, nor did he unleash a blinding wave of Alpha light. Relying purely on the devastating physical strength of an ancient Lycan King, he casually reached out and caught the electrified, silver-coated baton bare-handed. BZZZT! Enough high-voltage current to instantly stop a charging elephant surged through Killian's palm. He didn't even blink.

“As long as it takes. The last ones to piss him off ended up at the bottom of a ravine. I don’t know about you, but I prefer breathing. I would leave right now if he wasn’t holding Suzanne’s life over my head as an incentive to obey him. She’s my kid sister, and I’ll do whatever he asks as long as she’s safe.” Pain was evident in the words that he spoke. It seemed that Bane’s favorite move, just like all sadistic shitheads who ruled with fear and blackmail, was to hang an important person’s life over their heads. It made me wonder how many people he had separated from their loved ones. Would we be able to find them all and reunite them? I had thought that I could not hate him more than I alr

There was no chance in hell that was going to happen. “I will kill you first,” Bane said. He aimed and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion. The idiot hadn’t even used Emma as a proper shield. He had left his entire right side exposed. Bane wasn’t worried he would hit Emma as he sent the bullet flying. It hit its attended target in the shoulder, making him lose his grip on Emma. Emma set in motion the second she was free. Bane focused on her, holstering his gun, and spread his arms to secure her. But she ran past him. It took him by surprise, and he froze. Until he heard the gunshot coming from close behind him, he swung around as he felt the air vanish from his lungs. Emma stood, pressing

"Bane already knows most of it, so we are to join forces with Aaron. We’ll produce more rabids with the help of Naomi’s blood." I dropped the words carefully. Bane wasn’t surprised. "Okay, if I understand you clearly, you mean Naomi's blood could be used to reproduce rabids?" "Yes, and we will have an army of rabids. With this, we will be the most feared." "Oh, okay. That’s nice. "I thought he would ask some time to think about it," Bane replied. "Who?" "Mr Sterling," he answered. "I know Aaron. He’s a businessman and too selfish for his own good."

" How about what the fuck happened last night?! " " Some guy struck me and I killed him. " Lightning tone was as if she was discussing the weather. Shelby couldn't believe her ears. " You killed him just because he struck you? " she asked incredulously. Lightning causal demeanor did a three-sixty. " No one raises a hand on me unless, in combat, " she snarled in a hard tone with a deadly look in her eyes.

"Batsheva Moromond killed our parents. And she used blood magic to do it." ***

The bell rang, followed by music again. Slam shot at me imminently. I swear to God, I almost pissed myself. He looked like he was a psycho killer about to skin me alive. I threw myself on the ground and rolled a few feet before popping back up on the balls of my feet. Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.