Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

he blurted out, this was even more confusing for Nate, before his eyes lit up "Oh, you mean your brother in mafia and stuff" Matteo just shook his head "No, Spade is my brother, my elder brother, by blood, we have the same parents" he explained. Nate's eyes widened a notch as he almost choked on his own spit, he was more than shocked, he looked at Matteo and blinked twice. "Spade is your brother"? His voice raised up a bit as if he couldn't believe that someone like Matteo was Spade's brother, they were practically two different people with a lot of differences.

I whisper, he hums, "can we go home please, I don't want to stay here." He answers immediately, "of course, my love, we'll go change and then get our bags and head home." I nod, "thank you," is all I say as I continue to stare out the side window. My mind goes to, Vincent DeLuca, he seemed nice when I ran into him in the hallway. His grey eyes were soft, salt and pepper hair slicked back neatly cut short on the sides, he's not as tall as Braddock, but what he lacked in height, he made up for with his aura. He released it to intimediate Braddock, somethings off about him, I just don't know what, his aura had no effect on me. My door opens and Braddock's hand is extended, waiting for me t

CHAPTER SEVEN Vivian, caught in the middle of their silent battle, felt her heart race. The tension between the two men was palpable, and it was drawing unwanted attention from the surrounding employees. She knew Damien’s habit of pushing people’s buttons, and Bruce’s strong sense of justice made him the perfect target. Damien was smug, calculating, and unyielding, always demanding respect without asking for it. Bruce, on the other hand, was honorable and steadfast, a man who had always stood up for what was right. But today, in the presence of Damien, Bruce’s usual calm demeanor was cracking. He was infuriated and Damien could tell, judging by the smug smirk that tugged at the corner of his

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

Years of his youth had been squandered on her. It would be convenient for him to marry Dahlia if she died. "This is Jossette Lee, a friend of mine. She's your cousin, you say? Exactly what kind of cousin?" "She's the daughter of my father's sister," Bruce said with assurance. "May I ask your name?" Hadley asked, her expression somewhat changing. "I'm Bruce Wayne," Bruce replied. His cheeks lost color as soon as he finished speaking. "What do you mean? Give her to me now. Are you implying that you don't trust me? I'll bring her back to be buried.”

Bruce Wayne; by day he was a normal guy, by night he was a crime fighting Batman. I wished that I was just like him. Who didn't? He was a billionaire, co-owner of a company, and always looked out for others. He was my hero, my idol. I was far from achieving my goal of being like him, though. I was in the eleventh grade, with pale blonde hair and bright cornblue eyes framed by huge black glasses. I was pasty from always being cooped up indoors. While most guys are spending their time outside, I usually spend every minute of every day inside reading comic books or computer games. If I were to be like Bruce Wayne, a miracle would h

My Dad was one of the best B-ranks in his days but he's retired now and when I grow up I'm going to surpass him, but my bratty elder brother always gets in the way. He frowned. 'If we're talking about dislikes I guess you can say he's the number one on my list. I'm a Turd and I'm going to be the greatest hero who ever lived.' He grinned. 'As for my strength you can say I'm really extremely strong and I don't wear down easily. However I kinda get angry a lot. Even the smallest thing annoy me.' Andrew rolled his eyes. 'My name is Ryan Zintez. I'm classified as a Wintex and my capabities are manipulating electricity. My goal is to protect the world from the shadows and while I'm gifted in all t

The butler's appearance reminded him a little of Bruce Wayne's butler from the Marvel movies--Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth (he remembers Bruce Wayne's full name butler because it was unique), but a little younger. "Can I ask you to keep an eye on Bianca while I'm not with her?" She remembered the request from Bianca's older brother when he called her and asked her to come with them to Spain. An offer he of course gladly accepted without a second thought. Especially considering that the mansion is still in the process of being renovated, so he has to live in another house and can only return to his mansion two months later. B

Bruce continues, annoying his eldest friend with a silly look on his face. Liza just rolls her eyes. No matter how many times she convinces her pals to believe it, they are just creating fun out of it. "Whoosh, Whoosh!" Bruce wiles his hand like an air bender, his funny gestures cause Missy and Miguel to chuckle. Pressing his chin to his chest to make his voice sound deep, he says "I am Bruce Allen Abhir your mighty warrior, protector of the earth and sky!" acting like he is indeed a warrior.