Ghost Batman Novels & Stories

"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.

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f

“Well, my dear Goddess of love. Take care.” “It’s not the Godde-” I look up, seeing that he is already gone. I breathe out, finishing my sentence in a whisper. “Not the Goddess of love.” Who is he? Batman? “Thank you, Mike!” I shout into the tunnel, my voice echoing from the walls. But more than the burble of the water, nothing else reaches my ears in response. I climb out of the dirty passage with a deep sigh and after putting my newly bought gadget into the inside of my coat.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

Damon couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head while staring at his men hanging on the narrow dead-end alleyway. Of course, what else would he be expecting? Cristobal Burson wanted to play this way, then so be it. Clever. Who would have thought that Burson was now stealing his style? Damon scratches his jaw, tilting his head while re-reading the three words engraved in each body. “What’s that?” Right on the third body’s wrist, a red glowing dot suddenly blinks. Davien curses aloud in his ears, screaming. “That’s a time bomb detonating. Get the hell out of there! Now!”

CHAPTER 179 Lucifer crouched low on the rooftop of the building across from Don's villa. He was dressed in black all through and the wind flapped his jacket. He was sure that if a young child somewhere across the world peeked outside their window, they would think Batman was real and in the city. His eyes locked on the compound below, with his mouth pressed into a line as he watched. Beside him, Giovanni was down on one knee, breathing steady and clad in similar outfit.

He moves with precision, never wasting a bullet, his head constantly turning to track movement. “Behind you!” I shout, but he already knows. A man barrels toward him with a bat, swinging hard, but Ghost steps in and catches the handle, wrenching it from his grip before driving the butt of the weapon into his face. The crack of bone is sickening, and the guy falls hard.

“I have my partner Calisté to thank for that. She helped me.” “So where is Draymond then?” Jimin frowned. “The original Draymond Coatés, son of Sebastian Coatés.” “Oh,” Ghost sighed disinterested. “He died a few years ago in a freak accident. And as much as I would love to claim hero for the death of a werewolf, I was not the one responsible for his death.” “And then you took his body?” Jimin sighed. “You took the body of a little child to spy on us, you disgusting old…”

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

“You’ve embarrassed everything this family stands for, Sabatine. Don’t contact us again.” So he'd be a ghost. Sabatine Stalker, the ghostly investigator. He lived in that halfway place between worlds, in dressing rooms and day leases, his only friends, his remorse and his genius for finding things that didn't want to be found. Redemption wasn't something he even thought about, but in the process of revealing the truth, of making one more secret known, was the only atonement he had left.