The Bat X Novels & Stories

I scream even louder as I see and hear them flying towards our direction , however before they fly to me I am grabbed and covered under a thick blanket. “Don’t worry , I got you…” I hear Xavier’s calming voice coo me and calm me as the bats fly past us , some of their claws hooking onto the blanket but luckily it does not penetrate the fabric. After the bat’s screeches die down , we both pull the fabric from over our head – we both see that Andrew and Britney has done the same.

It seemed they were already used to each other by now. “Hey Claude,” Beta Boaz said carefully. “Train her.” “What do you mean ‘’train her'?” Claude stopped boxing the green bag for a moment. “She wants to be a tracker,” “Oh?” Claude smirked, “She's good as dead.” “Just the basics.” Beta Boaz insisted. “Train her body in such a way that she'll still be alive.” “Ooh! I see.” Claude chuckled heartily making me uncomfortable. I made way to Beta Boaz but as he walked out the door, Claude got a hold of me making me scream out loud. “Beta Boaz! Where are you? Come to save me!”

Just as the bat was about to sink its teeth into John's neck, a sudden flash of light streaked through the air. With a bizarre shriek, the bat faltered in mid-air, then rapidly beat its wings and flew deep into the cave. John stood still, unmoved. Beside him, Xavier held a sharp dagger, guarding him closely. The blade was still smeared with the bat’s blood. For a moment, everyone was stunned. Then Mitbahl's face lit up with excitement. “Holy crap, honey, that was badass!” Jackson let out a sigh of relief. “That scared the hell out of me. I thought the boss was going to get drained! I mean, he’s so damn good-looking and dignified. It’d be a shame if he died so horribly.”

"I thought I could escape, but as it turns out, I'm now more at risk. It seems there is nothing we can do, dear self. R.I.P, my cherry. We will be ripped off again by XL's dick. " When they got inside, he placed her in the bathtub and removed her clothes one by one. He also turned on the shower while she was doing nothing. "Turn around," he whispered. Maximo was taller than her, she only had the same label as his shoulder. His body is big, so he can carry her or do whatever he wants to do with her. She followed him silently. Later, she felt a cold thing rubbing against her back. Maximo soaped her back down to the cheek of her butt. She screamed when he squeezed it. He seemed to be eager to d

“It was a gift, why wouldn’t I want it?” Xylia told her, wondering what would bother the zombie bitch more: that it was a gift or that Xylia wanted it. “Give it to me.” It was an order, but Xylia wouldn’t give her the bat. “No, you will break it,” Xylia told here making the bat vanish. “What did you do, you horrible child?” Zombie bitch started to throw a fit. Xylia started to fill the ward drop a little.

she said to him. “Is that more than enough proof for you?” Xavier asked him as he walked up to her. “I am so sorry. I just didn’t think you would come back here for any reason. You said you needed our help. What is going on?” Jared asked her. “That” she said as she pointed at the flying bat who was as big as three wolves combined together. “Yeah, it has been around here too. It doesn’t bother us so we just let it roam and do whatever it wants” Xavier said to her.

Jarred whimpered as he blindly groped in the crate for something to defend himself with—a tire iron, a crowbar, anything—and desperate hope surged as his fingers curled around something wooden wrapped in worn, cracked tape. The thing settled onto its haunches, gathering itself. “Let’s get it on!” It sprang forward, a dark blur of decayed flesh, gnashing white teeth, blazing green eyes. Without thinking, he yanked the wooden object free of the crate and swung it with every ounce of strength he had, and only as it passed did he see . . . It was a bat. An old, worn Louisville Slugger. His son’s old baseball bat. The one he’d given Bryan for his twelfth birthday, back when things had been good b

''There must a be deep reason. There was some deafening silence for a moment, then Robin bowed his head and used the back of his hand to wipe his tear. He stopped weeping, but pain was still evident in his eyes, and he just can't deny the bitterness and pain that flooded and filled his whole heart and system.

The Autumn Water was still sheathed, hanging from her waist, but with her horse-tail whisk, Xiaoyue was able to slay more than ten mutated vampire bats with just her skills and her horse-tail whisk in a matter of seconds. Xiao Chen too had slain hundreds of bats with his Unsullied. It did not take long for the party of six to slaughter almost one thousand bats, their carcasses now in heaps of more than meters tall. The six were still uninjured, but their clothing was in a miserable state: both bloodied and tattered.

They did it more than once when Patrick had to get rid of the excessive amount of girls after him in Sin Club. If it were not for Jo’s injury, Patrick would probably show her already his whole set of exercises for the muscles of the buttocks. Instead of eating, they would start to exercise. “Sit down, badass.” Patrick said firmly again, handing her a glass of Shrek’s smoothie. She made a nasty face after taking a sip. “What the fuck is that? It's not your recipe, Pat.” “I couldn't find honey, bananas and chia seeds.” He lied. He didn't want her to abuse Mike again in public, in front of them.