Son Of The Bat Novels & Stories

I wrapped my towel around my waist and stepped out, moving straight to my bed—feeling drained and empty. I didn’t know how long I laid there, sulking. But the continuous ringing of my phone jolted me up. Ryder. I picked. “What the fuck are you calling me for?” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “I handled you a single job, and you couldn’t deliver, you must have some nerve still phoning me!” “I found the reason,” he said. “The reason for your failure?” “Don, the reason your son came back.”

A tap was dripping into a sink and the TV was playing the news, among that noise I could make out the grunts of a snoring man. Ready? All clear here In position Go now. I commanded. I put my head down and barged into the door, it easily came off the hinges. It’s probably still damaged from my last abrupt entrance into this house. The smell was horrible, mouldy food and alcohol mixed with stale body odour. I took a few steps through the door and turned to the room on my left, I was greeted right away by a baseball bat smashing into my face. I stumbled back and winced at the pain to my snout. I guess he was expecting us after all. Dad’s angry roar echoed through the house as he grabbed the woo

Another thud, this one followed by a choked, pained cry from his mother. Peter pushed the door open just a crack. The light from the single bare bulb in the basement cast long, grotesque shadows. His father was there, a menacing silhouette, his arm raised. In his hand, he held a heavy, bat. His mother was on the ground, huddled in the corner, her body a trembling heap. There was blood on her face, and her arms were wrapped protectively around her head.

I can feel myself turning into the beast I was cursed to be. By day, I’m a handsome prince, everyone knows and loves, and by night, I turn into a large bat-like creature who was made to kill, and if Sofia finds this other side of me, she’s going to run away for sure, and she won’t care if my father kills her precious boyfriend or not.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

How could he feel such depth of values and relationships in his age? "Is he really my son or a incarnation of a great soul of the past?" I blurted in my daze. I couldn't believe on my ears. The boy was extraordinary with his wits. "What do you mean by my son?" Chase confused eyes danced between us moment later they widened. "It means you're my father Batman." Chase's surprised squeal echoed in the silent air. I had a mortified look. Did I just welcomed the storm by the slip of my whirling emotions?

And within that violet fire appeared the massive figure of my father—the primal demon of the Moreno lineage. But the most terrifying sight was just behind the sun. Tearing through the infinite void of space emerged a massive swirl of black smoke, resembling a wingless dragon. That was the ‘Black Dragon’ army, infamous for devouring stars. My four-year-old son—Sona—instantly transformed the piece of metal in his hand into a massive laser gun. He was no longer speaking in Lucas’s voice; instead, a deep, ancient voice echoed from him. “Mother, get ready. Father is not missing—he is hidden within the fire of the sun, fighting your father. The Black Dragon army is coming to devour our sun, so tha

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

"Tony's features look a lot like Ms. Lloyd's, don't they?" "Someone's got a guilty conscience and won't speak up. Isn't the truth obvious?" I clapped my hands. Security guards entered the classroom and escorted Victor and Samantha to the side. I slowly walked up with Tony in my arms. "Tony, tell them who your mother is." My son blinked his big eyes and said, "My mom's name is Eloise." "Are Daddy and Mommy divorced?" "No." "And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?"

“Then let me give you some good news. “The old, run-down property you transferred to me was bought out for redevelopment. The payout was several million dollars.” For one brief second, hope flashed across Dad’s face. Before he could say anything, I continued. “Too bad it has nothing to do with you.” I looked at him and smiled. “After all, I’m not your son.” Dad’s face went gray. As for Howard, he got into a police car. I got on a plane. In the end, we both headed toward the futures we deserved.