Batman Crossover Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

It should be thrown away. -- On their way to the downtown area, Brawen and Chandra met Amaris, who seemed to have discovered something amiss. Since Amaris's bat is faster, Brawen jumps over to bat with Amaris. The boy stood on the back of a precious purple bat, his robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes sternly looking at the center. I didn't want to have to remove the seal — Amaris didn't look at Brawen, but she understood he was talking to her.

Some warriors safeguard the pack, including a Gamma and a Beta, who work closely with the Alpha and Luna. I swiftly shed my clothes and step under the comforting stream of hot water. Aware of the potential intrusion, I hurriedly shampoo my hair with the meager amount provided, rinsing it out before applying conditioner, allowing it to soak briefly. Hastily, I cleanse my body, anxious to avoid any unexpected visitors. Once I finish, I brush my teeth, catching sight of my split lip—a testament to the actions of Damian, the Alpha's son. He's one of the cruelest individuals I've encountered. Simply being in his presence is enough to provoke his sadistic torment. To make matters worse, his girlfr

This startles us both. “What do you mean?” “Bane came to me a year ago and told me he needed help creating offspring, strong offspring, with the DNA from him and his Luna.” She looks at me, and I shudder at the thought. “But Athena does not have the DNA of Bane?” I ask, suddenly afraid I sensed wrong - that Blake and Shadow sensed wrong and will kill her if Tabatha says she did use Bane and not Blake. Tabatha opens her mouth to answers, but both our eyes cloud over as the urgent mindlink comes through.

Jonathan saw the expression on my face and chuckled, taking a hold of his cock and slapping it on my clit, sending a jolt of electricity up my body. He positioned himself in between my thighs, rubbing his cock along my entrance before thrusting forward and stretching me open. "Oh fuck, Jonathan." I groaned as his large length filled me up. I tried wrapping my legs around his waist but he held my thighs apart, spreading them and thrusting at a brutal pace. "Fuck Jonathan..." I moaned out loudly as I felt him hit places I didn't think was possible. "Not Jonathan," he said, leaning back to reveal his body. "For tonight, call me Cross."

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

Not in front of him. Behind him, Lyra stepped forward, a sleek figure draped in the confidence of a woman who had taken everything Selene had held dear. The scent of another—the scent of Damien—clung to Lyra like a brand. It was unmistakable, the mark of a new bond already forming in the place of the one Selene had lost. Selene’s fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms until she felt the sting. “You’ll regret this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but resolute. She had no strength left to carry out that promise, but she couldn’t leave it unspoken.

The kind of house that screamed, Yes, I’m rich, but I also may or may not own a dungeon. Calla stepped out and looked up. “Great. I married Batman.” Inside, things only got worse. The halls were long and cold. The portraits on the wall seemed to judge her, while the servants bowed stiffly, not quite meeting her eyes. As she moved, whispers followed her everywhere. “She’s the human girl, right?” “I heard she bribed Theo to marry her.” “She looks too soft to be our Luna.” Soft? Rude. Dominic showed her to her wing, yes, her wing, like this was some royal palace and left her at the door like a package he didn’t remember ordering.

"But Richard Cross called me this morning. Made me an offer I couldn't refuse." My stomach drops. "He got to you." "He got to me. Offered me everything I want—money, social rehabilitation, a seat on my father's board—if I hand over the evidence and disappear. Let him handle you his way." "And you're going to do it." "That's what I thought. What I planned to do." She takes a long drink. "But then I realized something. Richard Cross is the real villain in this story. Not you. Not even Damien. Him. He's the puppet master pulling all our strings. Making us destroy each other while he watches."