Batman Scream Novels & Stories

She takes a breath and she unleashes a scream, it was nowhere near as loud as her usual scream but far louder than any normal human scream. when the scream was over Baylee fell into a ball cradling her throat in tears. “That was the best one yet, see I knew you had it in you, you wanna do it for me again?” The woman asks, the man puffs out a breath of air gritting his teeth

"Oh, we are taking the both of you." "Hey, bitches!" Axe shouted angrily, stepping forward as the thugs turned to look at him. "Leave them, or else I'm gonna fucking beat the crap outta ya!" "Oh look, it's Batman!" The leader of the thugs said as he started clapping his hand sarcastically. "Is the mighty Batboy here to save the day?"

I fall to the ground seeing the metal baseball bat in my mom's right hand, she brings it up then down on my left side. "NO PLEASE" I scream out as load as I can. I can still hear Liam calling out my name as she brings the bat down again and again. I have to get help but I can't move so I do what I have to do and yell out to Liam. "CALL THE POLICE" I scream as my mom brings the bat down again and again this time I know she will kill me if she gets the chance. 🔷🔷🔷 Dante King

With that, Baxter swung his bat in the air and smashed it down in the direction of Damian's head. Wendy let out a frightened scream and shut her eyes tightly, not daring to watch anymore. "Beat him to death!" Susan screamed in the background, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. However, a split second later, she suddenly stopped shouting, her scream dying in her throat, when she saw what was happening before her. She couldn't stop staring at Damian in disbelief.

CHAPTER SEVEN. The room lights went off. Megan turned around terrified, a bit terrified. Picking the gym as her hideout was her worse mistake. What was she thinking? She reached for her phone and checked the time, it was midnight on the dot. It was time to transform, alongside a human. She screamed in pain as she transformed. She wailed so much that anyone within the gym premises could easily hear her. Zain turned around in the direction of the sound. It sounded like a wolf's wailing. He quickly transformed into his wolf form.

I scream. He’s across the room in two strides. One gloved hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound, the other pinning my wrists above my head. The duffel drops to the floor with a heavy thud. I thrash, naked, wet, terrified, but he’s solid muscle, immovable, his body heat radiating against my bare skin. He smells like rain-soaked leather and something warm under that makes my traitor brain think safe when nothing about this is safe.

With rhythm, they both looked at Alessia with horror on their faces. “Babe...” was all Arthur can say and unmount on the top of Celine. He walked towards Alessia and tried to hold her forearm causing Alessia to avoid herself, as well as her eyes. He’s naked and Celine’s naked and she can’t look at them without vomiting in disgust. “I can explain—” that was cut off by a loud and painful slap coming from Alessia.

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.

Beatrice Screamed as she turned on the stereo system in her car. The rocking sounds of music filled the car and we were listening to, 'Dynamite sang by BTS'. Mehn, I'm having a heart-sickening crush on those BTS bands. They're so amazing, handsome, talented, and skillful in their performances. "Woah!!!" Beatrice screamed as she zoomed off. This is going to be so much fun as I and Beatrice sang along with the bands. We've mastered every word before. Oh, I didn't even tell you the movie we wanna watch, it's 'Jungle Cruise'.

“I promise it’ll make you scream… in all the best ways.” I tear into the paper, pulse racing, half-expecting a severed finger or a love letter written in blood. Instead, nestled in black velvet, is a sleek, curved vibrator, midnight purple, high-end, with a note in scrawled handwriting: For my Little Birdie. Use it. Think of me. Scream louder. I choke on air. “You psycho.” He just grins behind the visor, bunny ears perky as ever. “Welcome to the dark side, baby. You’re mine now.”