Batman: Under The Red Hood Novels & Stories

“Midnight. 39th and Prospect. Come alone.” Matteo smirked. “Perfect. That’s twenty minutes from the warehouse zone.” Ghost cracked his knuckles. “Plenty of time for us to get in and out.” Wolf opened the weapons case. “Gear up.” Roc grabbed a vest with shaking hands. “We’re coming, Marco. Just hold on.” Papà placed a hand on my shoulder. “You lead the entry.” I nodded once. Sara stepped toward me, eyes shining with fear she refused to show anyone else. “Bring him home,” she whispered.

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

With my heart beating as quickly as a hummingbird's, I took a seat. Jace smiled and handed me a comic book. As I held it in my hands, I could feel the timelessness and age in it. I could feel that it was special. I stared at Batman's figure, Robin standing right behind him. The background colour was yellow and the old Batman logo was at the top of the cover. My jaw dropped as I ran my fingers across the cover. "This is an antique!" I whispered in shock. I stared at him. "Do you know how much it's worth?"

“You… you’re insane…” “Thank you for the compliment.” I straightened and looked toward the door. A middle-aged man in a dark gray trench coat stepped inside. It was Carlo, the Bernardi family’s underboss. “Clean it up,” I said, giving him a small nod. Carlo glanced at the bodies on the floor, then back at me. A trace of approval flashed through his eyes. “Welcome home, Principessa.”

I stepped forward, but one of them spoke first, his voice sounded deep, and inhuman. “There he is,” he said. “The Lunar Omega.” Luca backed up, eyes darting to me. “Rafe…?” I started toward him. Then a dart flew from the shadows, silver-tipped, soaked in wolfsbane and hit Luca square in the side. He gasped and tumbled. I screamed his name. He collapsed into the river’s edge, convulsing. The last thing I saw was one of the rogues lifting his limp body over his shoulder, and stepping into the shadows.

Like he’s counting them. His hand grazes the back of a chair as he passes, subtle but there. Like he’s making sure of his path. I catch myself staring and snap my eyes away. Focus, Marina. Rich people do weird things. Don’t question it. Behind him comes his brother — and if the first man is cool water, this one is straight-up ice. Phone at his ear, speaking in a rapid-fire language I don’t understand — Russian? Italian? Something sharp and slick, sliding off his tongue like a blade.

Beta Luke and his guards entered the house, their footsteps heavy with purpose. They headed straight for Lisa's backyard where they saw the grave. Beta Luke's gaze hardened, and without hesitation, he barked a sharp command. "Start digging," he ordered, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. The guards moved swiftly, their shovels striking the earth with urgency, each movement laced with unease at what they might uncover. As the guards dug deeper, the sharp scrape of their shovels against something soft broke the rhythm of their work. With cautious hands, they pulled back the dirt to reveal a small, lifeless cat. Its body was curled unnaturally, the once-fluffy fur now matted an

In an instant, the moonlit clearing transformed into a battleground, and Dad faced not his trusted friend but a beast—an onyx-furred wolf, eyes ablaze with a sinister gleam. Damian, in a swift and lethal transformation, had become the embodiment of darkness. The attack was sudden and relentless, as Damian lunged at Dad unprovoked, teeth bared, claws unsheathed. The night echoed with the clash of fur and the visceral sounds of a struggle. I was so terrified. Uncle Damian was not always like this, though I have always seen him as cunning and deceitful, but not this evil. Dad, the Alpha, responded in kind, his own form a whirlwind of fur and muscle. The forest bore witness to their primal dance

Alpha Hugh says and I just close my eyes to try and calm myself down before I begin to narrate my made-up story that I quickly came up with at the infirmary. “I was held hostage by the BlueMoon pack along with my little brother” I start and Alpha Hugh shares a look with the other guy whose name I don't know yet. The guy nods and rushes out, seconds later, he's back with an iPad and Alpha Hugh takes it. “Thanks, Sebastian,” he tells him. So those are the names of these three, Sebastian, Felix, and Krystal. I finally know the identities of his subordinates. I look back at him, severe pain still coursing through my chest and I wonder if he is researching me and my family to be sure I'm saying t