I'm Batman I Live In The Shadows Novels & Stories

he had said. However, in our world, where strength ruled, a Luna without her wolf, without the hope of new life, could command no respect. His mother had always looked down on me, and the pack refused to see me as one of their own. Still, for Malcolm, I bore the pain in silence. Then, it all seemed so pointless. Malcolm must have sensed my hesitation because he called me just as I was lost in thought. Staring at the word husband on my phone, I answered with a bitter laugh.

“Always remember that.” Another shadow appeared—Lucian this time, teasing and dangerous. It taunted me, whispering all my insecurities: that I would never be accepted, that I was too weak to survive their world, that I would fail them. I felt the heat of his bond, wild and vibrant, urging me to move, to fight. I met the shadow’s gaze. “I belong here,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “And I will not fail.”

"A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?" They slowly closed in on me, and my Beta power surged out instantly, making them hesitate. "She's a Beta!" "So what? She's alone." Several rogues lunged at me, and I instantly shifted into my wolf form. I struggled desperately to break out of their circle and run toward pack territory. When I collapsed at the door of my rental, covered in blood, I received a message from Matteo. [Sabrina's back now. What we had is over. Don't cause any trouble.]

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

Not just unlit—a thick, velvety black that seemed to swallow the light from the hallway. A voice came from within, flat and disembodied. “Say what you’re here for and stop wasting my time.” I blinked, trying to peer inside. “Can I, uh, come in? Or do you want to come out?” “No.” Alright then. “Fine. I just wanted to talk. We’re teammates. Figured we should know each other. I’m Bryan. I like fire, bad music, and eating. Your turn.” A beat of silence. Then, from the darkness, “I’m the Shadowalker. I tolerate existence. Your turn is over.”

Now we're inside, out of the cold, but the strangeness of everything settles hard in my chest. The air inside smells faintly of coffee, dust, and antiseptic. The whole place is cluttered with books piled on every surface, yesterday's sandwich still abandoned on the counter, but it's my space. I live here. I survive here. I fix myself here. The thought steadies me as I help Shadow, the name I gave him in my heart, lower himself onto a blanket I spread out over an old tarpaulin in one corner of the living room. He makes a deep rumbling sound as he collapses onto his side. Blood still quietly seeps from the worst wounds, soaking into the layers of fabric. His silver eyes flick to me, still aler

That’s another private joke between them because Shadow likes Marvel movies (his fave superhero is Thor) while Nate is a die-hard Batman fan. “I can’t help being dark,” Nate blurts out, “cause there’s literally a blackout!” They both fall quiet, get into an impromptu staring contest, and then burst out laughing. They laugh so long and hard that Nate finally grips his stomach in pain. But it’s a good kind of hurt. This is like old times with hyung.

Some I gave him. His voice was quiet. Deadly. “Who the fuck are you?” I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “Sent by the High War Council,” I said. “Your life is under threat. I’m your new shadow.” He snorted. Didn’t turn. “They finally think I’m worth killing again? Good.” My heart clenched. He moved through the water, grabbed a towel, dried his chest slowly. “You think I need a fucking shadow?” he said. “I am the nightmare in the dark.”

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

More primitive. She heard whispers, and slithering and voices and murmurs. Intruder, with venom, with infinite malice. And there it is… “Intruder.” She heard it, finally. And she looked at Calleb and Accashia and screamed. “The Shadows are here!” Luntian ransacked her satchel and tossed the black blade towards Accashia. The young lady and Calleb prepared themselves for this fight. And they heard it. Voices laced with curses and intent to kill, indeed.