Bruce Wayne Novels & Stories

All the pillars of the Night Shade Pack were present there. When Bruce saw that they were not speaking, he became extremely angry. From the following week onward, he was going to take over the role of leader of this pack. He was making every effort to acquire all of the knowledge that an alpha ought to have. It was not that he did not know how to fight in a war. He had been learning to fight for years. He had the potential to do everything that a head Alpha could do. Because he was not any ordinary Alpha, but Alpha Harry's son and Alpha Bryan's brother.

A man exiled from the Redmoon pack on accounts of conniving with spell casters. Bruce was my father's right hand man and his most trusted beta when I was growing up. He garnered a lot of recognition within all of Werewolf city from his role as beta to one of the most powerful alphas in all of werewolf city. He was a powerful man, Bruce. His deep voice echoed everytime he spoke, commanding attention and inspiring loyalty of everybody it reached. Bruce was an amazing man, outstanding beta and something much more than all of that to me, he was the father I never had.

“Have you ever had this experience with any other person…. I mean, having it with a human?” “Nahh… you fucking know me, Brooks…” “Casey.” Letting out a short, amused snort, “CASEY. Do you feel great now?” “Preferable….. So have you ever had this experience before?” Brooks looked right into my eyes. Casey and I had gone a long way back ever since we were boys. His father was our household doctor who specialized in surgery, and he was fucking talented that he was able to build his household name, Brooks. And I love this name better and preferred addressing all his pups by the name.

"It's great to finally put faces to your names. My husband has told me so much about you. It's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too, dear," Alice said. Martha smiled, adjusting the baby in her arms. "Your baby's a boy, right?" Alice asked. "Yes." "What's his name?" "Bruce." "Bruce Wayne. That's a strong name. What a beautiful baby." "Thank you, ma'am." Bruce stirred, then settled again. "Thomas, did I read correctly that you have your own clinic now?" Anne asked. "Yes, I do."

I thought, hope surging through me. It was Bryan, but he looked different. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt or a suit. He was covered in a liquid silver armor that looked like living water. His eyes weren't brown or gold, they were a bright, glowing purple. He held the silver fountain-pen spear in his hand, and it was buzzing with electricity. "Get away from that switch," Bryan said. His voice was deep, echoing like a thunderclap. The janitor didn't look scared. He just sighed. "Great. A 'Glitch' character. You guys are always the messiest to clean up."