Batman: The Black Casebook Novels & Stories

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

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!"

“Why do you have access?” He didn’t answer right away. Just walked in, footsteps echoing. “Because I do,” he said quietly, “Let’s just leave it at that.” Damon stopped at a central table. A thick black leather-bound book rested there. “This,” he said, “is the Black Ledger.” I stepped closer. “What’s in? I’d like to,” I asked. He opened it instead. I barely heard Damon’s voice anymore. My eyes scanned the page, devouring words that felt like they were burning themselves into me.

She was gone, again the darkness had taken from him. There was no hint of remorse or sorrow across his face, only laser like focus of one hungry for vengeance. Grey fell to the bed plotting. Plotting war of different shades, preparing. Erebus was a revenge tossed aside for the moment, his main focus Thanatos. As the wheels turned in his head so did his eyes. They landed on a book sitting above others on the coffee table beside him.. THE KEY OF SOLOMON. Winked at him.. He read that book over and over again hoping to get prospects of what Fates plans were but he stumbled upon something greater.. a way to capture death in a death trap..

“You are the one who took a young girl hostage and plan to use her blood for what exactly?” “It’s you,” the witch said and Caitlin raised a brow. “Do you know who I am?” “No, but you will soon be known.” Caitlin became confused at what the witch said and it was then her eyes lowered to see that she was holding onto something which peeked out from her coat. She saw something black which looks like a book and it gave her the description of the sacred book the priest talked about which she had pictured from the mind of the other priest. “I see that you’ve stolen the so-called sacred book. What is it about this sacred book exactly?” Caitlin asked, looking curious.

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“I will leave these for you to read through so you can see her descension into black magic and maybe one of you can pick up on anything we might have missed. I have magically blurred the pages which deal with straight black magic; those spells and locations on ingredients are not things we need just anyone to read about or have access to. My circle and I have already hunted down several persons of interest mentioned in here, but we have several more to go.” I look over at the books again and one seems to be different than the others. It has a light glow about it, and it sounds like it’s whispering to me. I feel compelled to hold it and read it. Giselle looks over at me then back at the book

I reached under my bed for the baseball bat I always kept there. I inhaled sharply as I felt its cold metallic touch against my fingers. I gripped on it hard, like my life depended on it. With each step, the wooden stairs creeked under my feet. I immediately regretted not getting clothed first before trying to act all brave. I gasped as soon as I got to the kitchen, my palm shot up to cover my mouth. Blood drained from my face. On the floor lay shattered broken plates, glasses, utensils. Drawers and cabinets were wide ajar and empty, its contents broken into tiny pieces. The kitchen had been ransacked, turned upside down.