Ghost Batman Novels & Stories

I tried to take it from his hand again but he just hided in his desk. There was a knock on the door before I got the chance to object. Ace called a come in and a guy came in smiling. "Ghost is asking for the little" he said to ace. "I'm the little boss" I said with a frown, he looked surprised and looked at ace who chuckled again. "She's the mini-boss" he assured him. I smiled and skipped out of the office looking for Leo, the guy guided me toward one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

"Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..." His blue eyes were focused on her and nothing else, revealing no emotion or thought whatsoever and his mouth remained mute. Is he still mad at me? In the end, that bath was the shortest one of her life. Geneva came out once again but now with a face deeply highlighted to look like an ebony queen and nails polished nude. She was covered from head to toe in her white lolita wedding gown. A wide hat sat atop her head as a veil covered her face. Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost!

"The Howling Pit. Millbrook. Five wins, zero losses." Something shifted in his expression. "You're Luna Ghost? The one who beat Granite on your first night?" Word traveled fast in the underground circuit. "That's me." "Huh." He stepped aside, pulling open the door. "The Ring's been waiting for you. Promoters heard about the Ghost, wanted you here. You just made their night." Inside, the bar was a front. Beyond it, stairs led down into a basement that opened into a massive space that must have been carved out beneath multiple buildings.

And then, a final image — the Grayson Veronin symbol painted across the wall in blood-red pixels. The same mark that had burned itself into the warehouse hours ago. The Ghost hadn’t just resurrected my father’s systems. He’d resurrected his enemies. For a moment, none of us spoke. The air inside the vault felt heavier than oxygen, like the walls themselves were breathing with us. Roman D’Angelo.

" Lucas then shut his eyes again. Biggy sauntered over toward the scene. He was 1.9 meters tall, had a red cape, silver boxing gloves that were shining, had golden hair and his muscles were shredded like a dragon. Those from the West Mountain Ghastly Cave had been putting on airs in front of Lora, and they suddenly felt as though a metal tower was blocking them, which even blocked off the sunlight. The 13 men were dumbfounded, and they spun around to look behind. 'Holy sh*t!' 'That is one hell of a muscular physique.' "This… this!!!" Suddenly, one of the men from the West Mountain Ghastly Cave began to stutter. That was because he realized the man standing before them was not a human but a z

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

I smile and walk down the red carpet toward my throne. Walk up three steps and twirled around, hitting my cape for a climatic effect as I sat down, crossing a leg over the other. Bastion appears on my side. The look on the three princes' faces as my Phantom Knights and other servants surrounded them. They have never seen humanoid animals and monsters living in the castle as my servants. They feel uncomfortable and threatened by how they could be easily killed on my orders. The princes had also never seen Bastian, a ghoul with gray-blue skin and bright white eyes, stand next to me as ghouls are considered flesh-eating monsters who can take on the form of the person they ate.

"Look what crawled out of the drain." Three men stepped into the light. They wore oversized hoodies and tactical vests scavenged from the raid. In the center stood Ghost. He was thinner than I remembered. A jagged scar ran from his ear to his jaw—a gift from the last turf war I’d led before I disappeared. "Ghost," I said. I didn't lower the pipe. "Don't 'Ghost' me, you golden-eyed prick." He spat a glob of phlegm onto the concrete. He raised a heavy-duty revolver. "Except your eyes aren't gold anymore, are they? You look... ordinary. Like the rest of us rats."