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

I took a step toward them, and the ground beneath my feet turned to ash. "Who, what are you?" Kael stammered, his voice trembling as he backed toward the edge of the cracked stage. I didn't answer. I just bared my teeth, a low, tectonic rumble starting in my throat. The moon turned a dark, bruised purple above us, the light dying as if something were drinking it. I wasn't the rejected mate anymore. I wasn't the disgraced daughter. I was the Shadow. And I was going to swallow them whole.

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.

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

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.”