Batman #scarecrow Novels & Stories

The black pitchfork was instantly deformed and bent, hitting the Shadow Megabat's chest and sending it flying down from the air like a giant fly. Another beam of light penetrated the billowing black cloud. Soon, the Sun-Swallowing King Crow's scream was heard, and its Thousand Souls Corpse Eradicator Banner blasted into pieces. The black feathers on the Sun-Swallowing King Crow's back stood like a hedgehog. Then, the King Crow fell from the mid-air howling. A few spots on its body were bald, and the shapeshifting demon looked extremely miserable and ridiculous.

My hair was still damp and the air seeping into the bathroom suggested we were in a cold area. With nothing else to do than stand awkwardly while the brother's chatted discreetly, I decided to make the best out of my situation and observe the distinct features of my captors. The one who brought me here, clad in an Armani and possibly the most dangerous of the trio had a ring on his thumb with the insignia of a crow. Jonas, the second one wore a jacket, faded old jeans, and boots. His most distinct feature was the jarring scar spread across his cheek to his neck. The third was the girl that would not stop sulking. She looked like a fighter. Her clothing complimented it. She was in a grey cami

“My senior has never fought anyone for years! He hates people of Country H the most! Why would he even know you in the first place? “At least find a better reason to show off, you bastard! “Are you trying to scare me with that? Dream on!” Seb flipped his hand, revealing a scarecrow. He chanted something in front of Harvey, before pulling the scarecrow’s head off. An ominous power materialized, wanting to snap Harvey’s neck. But the moment it felt Harvey’s aura, it instantly vanished. The murderous intent Harvey gathered during his time of war was no less than terrifying. Supernatural powers naturally had no effect against him.

“Give him to me.” “No,” Scarecrow said, his voice only wavering a little. Christ, he had to be really confident about that barrier. Either that, or he’d taken a fistful of Xanax before the phone call. “I’m going to throw this through the doorway.” He reached over and picked something up off the examining table: a collar, much like the one Calder had worn in his cell. “You’ll shift back, and you’ll put it on. Or we will kill this one,” he gestured at me, “right here and now.”

Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles. The enemy leader, a Prime Chimera, turned to the three Scions with wide, taunting smile that bared his fangs. It was shaped like a large, hunched bat with silver scales all over its body. The bat leaped forward and made an ugly screech to the Scions. "We've been expecting you, Scions." His voice was rough and strained. "Why, thank you. So let's get to it, shall we?" Rachelia smiled, and flicked her wrist.

Sitting on its own table was a four tier cake featuring the barn on top with a yellow brick road leading up to its doors. Everyone wanted to stop Scarlett and say hello or comment about her trip. By the time they made it to the house where he'd left Pip the sun had begun to set. He hadn't spotted Cal again, but figured his brother would find him, eventually. "How did you convince Garth and Benji to let you do a trunk or treat up here?" Scarlett led him toward the line of cars. "That was Bunny. There wasn't any asking." He chuckled. "You're really amazing, Cole." Scarlett stopped and peered up at him. Her gaze traveled down his chest and she frowned. "They forgot the heart. The Tin Man got hi

Dave touched his hurting nose in disbelief, his eyes darkened with fury as he decided he’d retort rather than retreat. He threw a punch at Justin who not only dodged but also struck back. He staggered back, bruised beyond words, it was a terrible sight to see because a part of his eye was red already. Dave couldn’t just accept defeat and without a word, he let out a loud scream, it was enough to scare the beds away and in minutes, the clothes shredded to pieces as his arms and legs changed into limbs. He was on the ground in less than three minutes, a big black wolf with white spots was staring at Justin with his eyes blazing with anger. “Argh!” He screamed, baring his fangs as he dashed to

Not sure why but I'm scared of Zero so I don't even fight Storm. But standing behind Storm, I see a very muscular back, with a tattoo covering every inch of it with the words ‘The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club’ branded below and around the tattoo. The sight before me makes me a little nervous. How is it that I failed to notice he was so strong? “I need to talk to the homeless bitch.”

When she opened them, they were cold enough to bruise a soul. “Director,” she said softly, “have you no fucking shame?” His mouth opened...some pathetic excuse probably forming...but he didn’t get to speak. Something shifted behind him. Scarlet’s senses sharpened instantly, and she saw them: men stepping out of their hiding spots, bulky, strong, masked, armed with bats, metal rods, knives...every one of them with the same hungry, mercenary look.

Marco’s POV Yet, even as I reassured Scarlett, my mind was plagued with confusion. Who could be after our unborn child? Swiftclaw, with his nefarious intentions, seemed like the obvious suspect, but Scarlett's description of the attacker didn't match what I had seen of Swiftclaw up close. I had studied his every move, searching for any distinguishing marks, and I had never noticed a black hawk tattoo on his wrist. So, who else could it be? As Scarlett's breathing steadied, I gently disentangled myself from her embrace and paced the room, my thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of uncertainty. I needed answers. I needed to understand the true extent of the threat we faced.