Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

But I'm glad he considered it important enough to leave his city and come accommodate in mine for a few days. I rolled my eyes, finding Xan first as I entered the luxurious suite. His coat was removed and laying next to him on the couch while a laptop lay in his lap. "Hello, Bruce." They call me Bruce Wayne because I have (kind of) inexhaustible riches in my possession. Thanks to the hundreds of businesses I run as a businessman. The money I make from the mafia is an addition to it. "Still messing with your laptop, huh?" I patted his back and settled down next to him.

Handle security guard Cadell Marcus. But looking at the current situation, Waldo Roy Wizard is not Cadell Marcus's opponent at all. Cadell Marcus pointed out a trick and beat Waldo Roy Wizard into this appearance. And Cadell Marcus's tricks made Allen Old and Big Bear feel cold, and electricity shot out from their palms. Is this human? This is a superman on Earth who still has superpowers. Even Waldo Roy Wizard couldn't stand it, and even the two of them didn't need to be talked about as normal people.

The once noisy bar fell silent; even the DJ stopped speaking, the music ceased, and the dancing girls paused their performances. All eyes were on Kiran. One man had captivated the entire venue. One man had stunned everyone. Handsome. Arrogant. But undeniably formidable. "Damn!" A man's curse broke the silence, followed by a flurry of footsteps from upstairs. The crowd tensed, their gazes shifting up as dozens of men, armed with bats, stormed down the steps. Leading them was a tall, bald man—Brother Wayne, Brutus Wayne himself. "Brother Wayne, avenge us!" Billy, lying on the ground, cried out loudly for help.

Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a slightly top-heavy hourglass of a figure. Our first period after lunchtime, we had a batch of junior boys that first week. On Wednesday, one made himself my new favorite by creating a batarang. He grumped about how its edges didn't look sharp enough and I got into it with him. "Look, I think batarangs should be blunt," I argued. "Otherwise, it would be too hard for Batman to keep to his no killing policy." To my surprise, Wendy piped up from a couple of benches away. "Oh, come on. Batman has a no guns policy. Superman is the one with the no killing policy!"

"I warned you. He's a criminal, just like his father." "He's not." An unusual sense of pride washed over me. The emotion was both unexpected and surprisingly welcomed. I squeezed her hand. "Princess, I'd break any law for you. Remember, I'm Batman, and when it comes to comparisons..." I shrugged at my own realization. "...I'll take that one as a compliment."

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

"If you ever lay a hand on Greta again, you can pack your things and leave the Lockwood residence!" Bruce snapped. Owen instantly let go. Aside from the stern and imposing George, the one everyone feared most in the family was Bruce. Not only was he a brilliant physician, but his work ethic was just as unwavering. Despite his young age, he had already gained fame as a miracle doctor. Patients from all over sought his help, and thanks to him, the Lockwood family had built powerful connections.

The age that he was when he had to step up after his fathers early demise. As I looked down at the figures that lay before me of the bookkeeping, I was surprised that Jake hadn’t put a butler to his tab. The guy is loaded! He is always so damn humble about this stuff and he could buy the freaking batmobile if he wanted to, he could even buy the stuff Batman uses and be a freaking superhero, if he wasn’t a Werewolf already, of course. Shaking my geeky comments from my mind, I scolded myself for having read too many comic books lately and lacking focus on my Beta duties. I had promised my best friend and Alpha that I would do the best I could and that I wouldn’t let him down.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”