Dana Batman Beyond Novels & Stories

Commander Rylan smiled faintly. "It cannot go any farther." "Why?" "The Road of Guardians was created for mortals. Ancient guardians can only protect its entrance." Liana gently stroked the dragon's neck. "So this is where we say goodbye?" The dragon looked into her eyes and gave a soft growl, almost as if answering. Then it nudged her hand with its enormous head. Kael smiled. "I think it wants you to keep moving." For the first time since everything had begun, Liana laughed. "I'll miss you."

"On one condition." I folded my arms. "What condition?" "I need to make Amelia my Luna." The words hit like a punch. "I'm not breaking our bond," he rushed to add, as if that made it better. "But I promised the pack. They need stability. She's… useful." I laughed once, sharp and humorless. "You came all the way here just to tell me something you've already decided?" Before he could answer, small footsteps pattered behind him. "Daddy, are you done talking to her?" Liam's little voice chimed.

Witches found their spells amplified to devastating effect. And at the center of it all, I stood channeling more power than I'd ever attempted, supported by Kael's solid presence beside me and the pack bonds connecting me to everyone I was enhancing. But the Shadowed Knights weren't done yet. A figure emerged from their ranks – larger than any I'd seen before, radiating power that made even our enhanced fighters hesitate. Some kind of supernatural hybrid, corrupted beyond recognition, moving with purpose toward where I stood. "That's their champion," Stephan said grimly.

"Now can you let me go?" Keaton didn't respond immediately. His sharp gaze was locked onto Channary, not out of suspicion, but out of concern. "How do you know he's your mate?" he asked her carefully. "I thought you couldn’t remember anything about that night. And the bond—we’re not supposed to find it outside of the Blood Moon." But Channary wasn’t looking at Keaton. She was holding her daughters close, her eyes fixed on Colton like he was a wound that wouldn’t heal. Those once soft brown eyes were burning now—with fury, with heartbreak, and something else tangled up between.

He didn't register her in time, he only saw a flash of white hair. The white haired girl joined them in singing and destroying the machines he had asked to be put in place. Finally their irritating song ended, then came the fireworks. He looked up at the sky. "STERLINGS, SORRY STEALINGS" was spelt with the fireworks. His gaze returned to the ground level and in that moment their eyes clashed. She gave him a dirty look, turned and walked away. "Damon, take me home". "Yes Sir" He got into the car quickly, punching some keys on his phone. Kimberly picked up at the first ring.

I realized that it wasn't me so I moved aside. "Asher Blake Cañoza, Dandara De Verra, Maria Inez Gomez and Cassian Blue Guevarra." I heard a voice of a boy answered her. Once I finished filling up the form, I gave it to the girl. I noticed someone staring at me that made me look around. "We have a special guest for today! It's Ms. Olivia Z. Bautista, everyone!" I heard someone said loudly that made me look to the front which I regretted right away.

“What is it?” Darius didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked to the pack members gathered in the ceremonial hall, some sitting, some standing, all of them waiting. She could feel the eyes of the entire pack on her, and the heat in her chest intensified. Something wasn’t right. He took a deep breath, a long pause that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, he spoke. “Selene Nightshade, I, Darius, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, hereby reject you as my Luna.”

3B… Then they stopped. 4B. They turned and saw Ryan and Malik heading to them in the opposite directions. Ryan slowed his pace and raised his left hand. “There,” he whispered, motioning to the door. It didn’t look like the others. This one was built differently—thicker. Reinforced steel, smooth with no visible keyhole or keypad. Instead, a palm-sized biometric panel pulsed faint blue to the left of the frame. “This is it,” Malik muttered, adjusting the strap of his backpack. “4B. Their most secured room.”

My body tingled, the pain on my butt cheek sending a jolting message to my brain. This time, he fully turned until he was staring at me. It was my turn to ogle him. Black and red ink ran the length of his arms, one sleeve extending to the outer side of his chest, and leaving his pectoral muscles bare. I traced the intricate design on that specific one, and when I made out an angry dragon swallowing the little red heart just right above his left rib cage, I knew damn well that any chances of redemption for this man were long gone. They were gone before decided to ink THAT onto his skin.