Batman Scream Novels & Stories

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

They never learn, why would you go and mess with us, especially when our leader is the greatest most badass man, my great grandfather, Phoenix. "Seems like you're new." I said as I chocked him. "Most hunters already know who we are, but I see Colton, sent a newbie to the lions den. Shame your life ends today." Screams was all I heard, he was begging me for his life. Sadly I don't give a second chance to those who want to harm me and my family. "I should start charging for taking care of the bodies." I turned to see Paolo. "You're the best at it." I grinned.

The fear they feel will not go away from them. Just as they were about to approach Brandon's bus, a sudden scream shattered the silence. It was coming from different places that made Liam and Brandon jolt. The agonizing cry pierced through the darkness, echoing off the concrete walls of the parking lot. Brandon and Liam turned around because of the shout. Because of that cry, it was as if the quiet night suddenly came to life. The night where only the growl of mindless creatures could be heard was increased by the noise from humans. Liam's chest immediately trembled. That scream drew the attention of the mindless zombies roaming nearby.

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

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

with each word, the squeaking sound of a finger could be heard but the howl was louder, the monster burst out laughing, his laughs were maniac and sinner. Oh, how much he loved their screams, he wanted more, more, more and mo… “Boss!" His divertissement had been rubbled. Damien Martinez soughed with his shoulders dropping as he slowly turned to find the bastard bold enough to disturb his fun. His movements were soft at first but in a sprint, the bastard was at gunpoint. He immediately lift his hands in a surrendering manner, his lips parted as a light gasp escaped. Damien chuckled sanguinarily.

I scream out and drop on the ground , something hold gushed out rolling down my thigh . "oh my god blood " I gasped "stop this madness please "I cried out unable to hold the pain I was feeling right now "hell no that thing in you most ... arhhhhhhh " he scream out and the next sound I heard was that of bone cracking and reshaping . I lifted my head up and behold in front of me stood a gigantic black panther whose abnormal green eyes was on me , no one needed to tell me who it was . "c'mon let's get outta here " Cammy said , yes she can talk even in her animal form . I weakly climbed on her back and she zoomed off ..

The scream started as a laugh. Not human. Not sane. It came from the smallest figure in the room—one of the pages who fetched water and ink. Forgettable. Brown hair. Thin wrists. Her presence was so unremarkable that most people never looked twice. But now she laughed. Her body convulsed. Her spine arched. An oily shimmer rippled across her skin as though something underneath was pushing out. “Talia,” Lucian said under his breath. “Behind me.”

I look like I’m wearing a fucking nightie, and now I’m about to walk into a bar filled with a bunch of bikers. At least the place should be dark. Maybe I can just sneak in and quietly ask the bartender for help without anyone noticing me. I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. Mustn’t let them smell fear after all. When I open the door and the loud music comes crashing to an eerily quiet halt, I see a crowd of very large men staring at me. It’s dogs, you dumbass!, I silently scream at myself. Never let dogs smell fear!