Batman Sick Novels & Stories

’s. “Hello, Sick,” the man croaks in a hoarse, raspy voice. “Rick says the time for games is over and it’s time to end this.” “I’ve already killed half a dozen of you assholes,” I spit, drawing Borden from its sheath. “Bring it on, fuck-wit.” The F.U.C.K. just smiles and opens his mouth as if he were going to scream but he makes no sound. After a brief moment of confusion, my brain explodes and my entire body begins shaking in a violent seizure.

Nor did she like the smile on his face that told her he was loving just how uncomfortable he was making her. “Get off me.” “Not a chance. You think you can go around putting your hands on the Satan’s Crew MC. You’ve got another think coming, bitch. We own you. You think you’re above the club, but your ass belongs to us. Every single inch of it.” He pressed his pelvis against hers, and it scared her. He was hard. She’d never been with a guy before, but the threat was there and with no one around, it terrified her. They’d never gone this far.

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!"