Gotham Oswald Novels & Stories

My features turned pale, my eyes were frozen open, beads of sweat formed on my face, and my body was shaking. My life was already running smoothly; I didn't realize that it was time for my past to catch up with me. What will I do? Oswald's expression turned grim, and he narrowed his eyes. "Wyatt bringing in and housing the werewolf pack’s traitor, turning him and the Hayes family into rogues is pardoning them." He declared

Parker started authoritatively. "Leo, do the needful, I need Rudolph here to plan our moves," he addressed one of his men who had accompanied him to Rudolph's flat. Leo was quick to obey while the rest of his men remained on alert. "I need to attack them, now!" Oswald grumbled, gritting his teeth. "I can't believe that Gotham had got his hands on her before I did," Oswald was fretting. He was used to having everything exactly the way he wanted it to be. Hence not getting the girl he had been having in his mind seemed like a failure to him.

She smiled and said, It’s time I go and get him out of that place. She typed on her phone and rushed the way the others had ran to. In the building, Oswald watched the alert men ready to attack him and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He took a step forward and they backed away two steps, his smile grew wider, one of the men looked at their master and he shook his head and said, We need him alive, so, you can only shoot where he won’t get die.

The feared ancestor of thousands of shadow organizations. Chloe pressed the accept button. The holographic screen projected the marble figure of an old, dignified man sitting in his wheelchair. Oswald's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, although the wrinkles of old age had covered half of his glory. His long white hair was neatly styled. Even though he was paralyzed, his pressure could suffocate an entire room if he wanted to. "My beloved grandson," Oswald's voice was hoarse and deep, like thunder echoing from inside a dark cave. "I heard that last night you burned down a fifth of the east pier just because that street dog from the North tried to steal your silver toy."

"If you want to be worried mother, then you should be worried about Carlson, your son, and not me." There was a brief silence on the other end before she responded, confusion lacing her words. "What! What did he do? What happened?" "He wanted me dead," Oswald said, his tone steady and deliberate, savoring the shock he could hear in her voice. "What!" Lady Frances gasped, her shock palpable through the line. "Are you serious?" "Yes," Oswald continued, unfazed. "He hired someone to poison my meal and then tried to steal my documents four days ago."

I said, escorting him out when the Gamma came in, bowing at our feet. “Dave,” my son called, drawing closer to him. “What’s the report?” he asked. Dave, the Gamma, he’s the head of Wolf Fall’s army, protecting and alerting the pack of any danger. Last night, there was an alert on the sighting of a notorious rogue we’ve been hunting down for long. And by we, I mean myself and Thelma. My son sees this rogue as one who works for our enemies, but I see that beast as my ticket to something important.

Oswald glanced at Jay and the others and walked forward slowly. Everyone felt a strong life force from him. Oswald controlled three great paths of life, wood, and earth. He had lived for a long time. Even though he looked very old as if he was about to die any second, no one dared to underestimate Oswald. After all, he was ranked the eighth position on the holy being list! Oswald did not speak, and Jay and the others dared not look up. They slowly turned their bodies as Oswald moved.

He was gone. She slowly sank to the floor, her back sliding on the wall. He was gone but his fragrances were still present, serving as a reminder of his grave warning. ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Chelsea walked to the garage with a pale expression. Dylan had informed her that Omar had accepted the purchase price for the LSD and wished to see her for completion of the deal. She wasn't as excited for this as she usually was. She got into the Bentley Continental and noticed that it wasn't Hugo driving her. It was Hill. She squinted her eyes to observe carefully. This was a mafia associated assignment. And Hill was known to almost every important person in Miami as Dylan Cross's personal driver.

Oswald sighed as he couldn't get his thoughts in place. He looked at Xavier who was in his front and sighed. He couldn't get to the bottom of the matter that was disturbing him. How had Roy died so suddenly? The culprit must still be around, it was just that there was no evidence to look for the culprit which made him quite depressed. Oswald began to wonder why someone would kill Roy. Did he have a feud with some? Who was the culprit? There was no way to find the culprit as the culprit didn't leave any chance to find any evidence.

But Lillian nailed it! . . . . . In another part of the city of New York: Oswald the Stranger was marching with not a care in the world up the main street. He did not care at all about the destruction and chaos happening nearby. A throng of blue faced Succubinos rushed up towards him. He casually just zapped them off his path with a blast of energy as if they were just mere flies. And he continued on his way, he was going towards a pub to meet an old acquaintance who had something for him. Or rather something that belonged to him.