Hood Batman Novels & Stories

They did not get to experience things like this in their childhood and figured if their luna was doing it, then so could they. So many different characters wander the little haunted territory, there were marvel characters like Ironman, Captain America, the Star Lord, and then DC characters like Batman. Flash, Superman, cartoon characters like SpongeBob, PAW Patrol, Bugs Bunny, South Park, there were movie characters like the Godfather, Rocky Horror picture show, Grease, Disney characters, the list went on forever of all the different costumes.

“You should have stayed gone, half-blood.” I had stumbled back inside. I need a weapon. The closest thing is a broken table leg. “Batter up!” I swing and connect with a wolf’s head. I am greeted by a sickening crack. The wolf howls in pain as blood spatters everywhere. I keep swinging. All of those years in softball are paying off. I hit so hard that it sends one wolf flying, it shifts mid-air. For a second, the wolf is human again. It’s fucking Scarlet! Oh bitch, it is on! With a broken growl, she shifts back into her wolf form. Like the weak-ass bitch that she is, she turns tail and limps away.

I revealed my claws and prepared myself for battle. "Tear down whoever you have to. These people don't understand that we're only trying to help them all," I stated. The Dark Knight was first as he released his claws and unleashed the loudest roar. The last thing I wanted was for him to unleash his wolf. That was going to be even scarier than he already was. The men pounced on me and I began to tear them off me with my claws. We were so deep in battle when a deep blast suddenly occurred.

And yet it was an idea that he had been tempted to execute a couple of times. Another Shadow bumped against his shoulder as he paved the way against hundreds of boney creatures as they marched towards the nearest Village. The Shadow — a lot smaller than Katalka bowed his head and apologized. “My apologies.” Even without a brain on his skull, Katalka, is far from being stupid. And he’s always aware of what’s happening around him. His soul feels it. It's reverberating around and the vibration is different than usual. The son of Bathal and Galathea has found someone and marked her nape, making her the Luna.

They growled and growled fighting to break free but the strength of the hooded ladies was strong for them to overpower. This enraged Jones. He switched his gaze to the hooded ladies. He pouched and grabbed one of them. He had his grip firmly on her throat. He snarled as thick saliva drips down his silvery beastly mouth. As he was about to sink his fangs deep down her chest, the bat morphed back into a man. “Please, don’t,” he said. “We are just here to talk.” With a quick wave of the hand in the air, alpha Jones’ pack was unfrozen in time. “I’m Zuka, and I believe we have a common enemy.”

I look down at my body with its scraped skin and mud caked in places it probably shouldn’t be. Zak’s POV We had been patrolling for what seemed like hours when we both smelled, “wait, is that fried squirrel?”. I look at my brother quizzically. Just then, I see a shadow behind the waterfall that’s draping down like a curtain. There’s a moderately sized wolf with bright green eyes, “green eyes?” my wolf Beteo says questioningly. “Have never seen that before. Leo, it looks terrified. Maybe try and talk”.

With a tearing sound, Zephyr Khan suddenly felt a strong destructive power coming toward him, but it was quickly offset by his own bladed energy. "It's a blood bat!?" As the long sword was lifted and bladed energy tore the vortex apart, Zephyr Khan also cast his Focus on the attacker. It was a huge blood bat with blood-red scales on its body. The scales were shining like an armor. Compared with the elite blood bats, this blood bat was not only huge, but also had a huge tail on its back. The tail carried a reverse hook, and the blue light on the hook was shining. It was obviously poisonous.

Most of the assassins in my graduating class have died already, and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual. “Hush,” I say, listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

“You’re the dumb one, idiot.” “At least I’m not dumb enough to think I’m the Easter Bunny.” Scarlet shot back. “So you are dumb?” Kaileeh asked with a smirk. “At least you know it. Now, if you’d just learn to tell the difference between sarcasm, clueless one.” “I just think you’re jealous,” Scarlett spoke. “Of what?” Sage asked. “Oh, yes. Bimbos like you just make me extremely jealous. I want to be an airhead just like you when I get older. You know-“