City Of Scars Batman Novels & Stories

Vice retorted as he pushed past Jax and jumped on his bike, "And, it's Vice. Vincent was the naive fucker that let himself get pushed over way too much... he was the one that let the only person he ever trusted send him away without an explanation, nothing! Vice, however - Vice will blow your fucking head off before you have the chance." As Scar neared the Wolves' club, the first thing he noticed was a large, black cloud coming from where the building stood. The second thing was the ash that lingered in the air as he approached and the third was the flames that could be seen for miles. Scar's breath hitched as he sped up, ignoring the screams coming from the man tied to his bike. The rider f

“I swear, every time I see you two together, I feel like holding up a match to see if it catches. Electricity and flame, man. You two are smoking.” She blushed, and Scars gave her a sexy little wink. “Want to hold up a match, baby?” he asked her. “See if we make fire?” She laughed, shook her head with affection. Scars’ cell phone rang then, and he glanced down at the number. He moved away from the bar, said to Zoe, “I’ll just take this, OK?” “Sure,” she said, taking a big swig of mercifully-alcohol-free Coke. “I’ll just sit here and be ruthlessly and relentlessly teased."

Some sort of tribal Lycan as Madam Yelena had put it. Even gods such as the Moon goddess, goddess of war, god of darkness, and so on, were scared of the man. So I wondered how the scar came about. The man was an unstoppable force on the battlefield. And he never went out to wars. Because of his bloodlust. And of course, the inhumane ways he killed. So what came about the scar? Who had dared to scar him? I knew with the way he wore the scar, it clearly meant something. It was the twenty-first century, facial surgeries were rampant. But he chose not to cover it up. And that meant whoever did it– and whatever happened was a deep dark secret shoved deeper in his closet.

Jace said I rolled my eyes and walked out of the cafeteria following the junior student I wonder who that could be Following the junior student he led me to the parking lot of the school then pointed at a guy leaning on a sports car, he was backing us "He's the one who asked me to call you" the student told "Okay thanks" I thanked him then walked up to the guy and tapped his back gaining his attention "Hmm I was told you wanted to see me" I said politely He turned before smirking "Hi I'm Jasper knight, your parents must have told you about me" he said extending his hand for a handshake So he's the Jasper, he doesn't look bad he's quite tall,a little bit muscular, he's handsome and he has a f

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

Marcus picks up his phone, “Hey Gideon, I’m going to take this. “Pointing to his phone. I nod, and Marcus goes outside to take his fake call. As soon as Marcus is outside, our friend in the dark blue hoodie pulls his hood down more and turns and walks down the street. As he was pulling his hoodie down, I saw a jagged scar on the back of his hand, very distinctive. “Marcus, did you see his right hand?” I mind-link him, still not trying to draw attention to ourselves. “Yeah, I saw it. That must have hurt like hell.” He walks back inside. We sit back down and wait for our pizza. “Do you catch his sent when you went outside?” still using mind-link.

Lunaris City. The heart of the modern werewolf world. A bright city, merciless, and alive with dominance. The air itself seemed charged with energy, like the hum before a storm. Skyscrapers scraped the belly of the moon, and neon signs pulsed across buildings that never seemed to sleep. Wolves brushed past me in tailored suits and leather jackets, their scents mingling with the moonlight. This was a city where power ruled, and weakness was prey. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag. I had already been prey once. But now, it won’t happen again.

"Lucian, the Oracle didn't just reset. It bonded them. They aren't just two kids anymore; they're the dual-core of whatever comes next." The Scars of the City Lucian walked to the jagged hole in the wall created by the railgun. He looked out over New York. The sun was beginning to rise, painting the skyline in bruised purples and oranges. The city was still. No cars honked. No sirens wailed. People were standing on their balconies, sitting on the hoods of their cars, or simply standing in the middle of the street, looking at one another. "They felt it," Lucian said. "The whole world felt what Leo sent through the grid. They felt our fear, our love... our grief."