Batman Damned Dong Novels & Stories

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

Bacchus boringly looks at him and say, “And what have you done? I heard Black Dragon’s sisters escaped from your grasp. You are no match even to little girls, huh?” Apollo sharply turns to him, “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! AND YOU ARE A WIMP! You are five against only one and yet you can’t kill Black Dragon!” “He’s not alone. He got a whole team too.” Bacchus quietly answers back. “So you admit you are no match to them? I THOUGHT YOU ARE THE BEST OLYMPUS GANG MEMBERS?!” Apollo shouts back. “I thought you are?” Bacchus calmly fires back. “WHY YOU, MOTHERFU—” Apollo started but Hercules interrupted him.

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The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

" I spent so many years with you... never thought you were anything but human... what are you? Don't you own your godfather ,an explanation? " He asked as Xen dropped him on the ground before leaping onto the dangling ladder that his friends had dropped for him. " I am trying to figure that out myself, " Xen winked at him, " goodbye. "He signed off on what he thought were good notes but as soon a she said those words, bullets started to rain in his direction. He was still dangling and it was difficult for him to dodge those bullets. There were too many of them. Braze and Kian hurriedly pulled him up but it was apparently too late.

But Damien is already moving. He dodges the first strike effortlessly. A guard swings a blade charged with faint electric energy—Damien grabs his wrist mid-air, twists, and breaks it in one sharp motion. The man screams, and before he hits the ground, Damien drives his elbow into his face, cracking his jaw. Another charges from behind with a silver-edged baton. Damien turns, catches it mid-swing, and snaps it in half. He slams his knee into the man’s gut and throws him straight into the wall.

"Listen to me I won't let anyone take you away from your mother ok. Your mother will wake up soon and I'll take you to my house and I'll protect you there." "Like a superhero?" Dennis said, his face lighting up a bit. "Yes, just like a superhero," Damian smiled. "Who's your favorite superhero?" Damian asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "I like Spider-Man and hulk and flash and Batman...." Dennis paused, his face looked like he was thinking about more. "Oh….and Superman ," he yelled when he remembered. "Wow, that's a lot. So which superhero do you want me to be?" Damian asked with a smile.

The person’s brain splattered, dying on the spot. Smack! Swoosh! Splatter! ... Damian, Ronald, and Tyrell followed suit, mercilessly slaughtering all those who had been infected. Their actions were ruthless and cold-blooded. The others were left in stunned silence. Whoosh. Andrius noticed that no bats dared to approach the torches. He had an idea and grabbed a torch, swinging it at the bats. The Sanguis bats immediately retreated in fear. “Fire! The bats are afraid of fire! Use fire to attack them!”

leftover scraps of bad memories that he didn’t bother taking with him when he disappeared. Dante wasn’t a good dad. He wasn’t a good man. Heck, he wasn’t even a decent human being. Whenever he got the chance, he’d hit Mom, forcing me to hide under the bed, clamping my own hands over my mouth, listening to the sounds of things breaking and Mom screaming.