Batman Beyond Novels & Stories

The familiar beautiful hum that danced on his skin whenever his mate touched him was present and he could not help the satisfied groan that hole fr his throat. Well, that was before the heard a loud crash that had him halting for a second to deduce what it was anc where it was coming from. The first thing that hit him was the smell, it smelled like gunpowder. “No”. The muttered out as he increased his speed. The bomb sounded from behind them but it was just too far from them. He could immediately feel Marissa start to panic but what he also knew was that he could not feel the strength from her that he started to feel after discovering she was an Oscura, abd he had the hunch that the bastard

'' shouted Anindira, holding her feet from following the Batman, ''You're a *Sapphire, you're their leader? ''Yeah,'' he replied with a proud expression. ''Then you have power?!'' Anindira asked, he deliberately showed an expression of disbelief. “Of course!” cried the Batman immediately. ''Really?!'' Anindira shouted again. She continued to make Batman messy. ''You don't believe it?!'' cried the Bat man asked with a furious expression. ''Prove it!'' shouted Anindira, challenging him with an expression that was deliberately made up to make him show what he could do more.

“Still playing guardian to lost pups?” “Brock.” Zayne spat back, not lowering his knife. “Still doing Gideon’s dirty work? I thought you had more pride.” Brock smiled, a thin, cruel thing. “My Alpha wants the Lunar Omega, that’s not dirty work, that’s destiny, hand him over, and you can walk away again.” My blood went cold. Again. There was history here. “He’s not a thing to be handed over.” I said, stepping out from behind Zayne.

And that was exactly what Zaire was warning him about. The conflict sat right there in the middle of his chest. The part that respected the boundary and the part that wanted to cross it anyway. The part that knew Zaire was right and the part that still hoped the line might move if he was careful enough, patient enough, quiet enough about how much he felt. Headlights swept across them. Zaire pushed off the wall and slung his bag over his shoulder. “That is me. See you tomorrow.” “Yea, See you.”

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six. On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them. He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face. I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything. Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story. So, I to

I clenched my hand, my fangs bared, my magic unwavering. “She's dying. I can sense it.” Ever since I was banished from the Crescent pack by my brother Johan, who stole the throne from me and claimed I was an abomination simply because I'm a hybrid, a werewolf, and warlock, “a cursed bloodline” he called the moon goddess connected me to someone. She gave me a mate, one I never sought for. I don't want her to be a part of my doomed existence, but still, I can feel her pain as if it's mine. It's very heavy, too much for one person to bear.