Batman Scream の小説・ストーリー

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

I heard Nathan growl and sprint after me, so I ran a little faster, despite the knowledge he could catch me any second if he wanted to. “Liam!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Liam stopped fighting for a minute and stared at me, a grin crawled onto his face. The moment he was distracted, Hyene leaped on top of Liam’s huge frame, knocking him to the ground with an earth-shattering 'Thud'. “No! Get off him!” I screamed, but my protests landed on deaf ears.

I forced a smile at him and said, "It's alright, Cedric. I've always been resilient. These injuries are nothing." Cedric remained silent for a long time. Then, he sighed heavily and said, "You might not think much about your physical injuries, but you're the only one who knows about your emotional injuries and the pain in your heart. "The good thing is that it's all over now." He proudly waved his phone at me. "What you did was absolutely brilliant. Now, Johann and Eva have been doxxed, and some of the extremists have already threatened to send them death threats in the form of dead mice and bloody razors."

With that, Baxter swung his bat in the air and smashed it down in the direction of Damian's head. Wendy let out a frightened scream and shut her eyes tightly, not daring to watch anymore. "Beat him to death!" Susan screamed in the background, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. However, a split second later, she suddenly stopped shouting, her scream dying in her throat, when she saw what was happening before her. She couldn't stop staring at Damian in disbelief.

CHAPTER SEVEN. The room lights went off. Megan turned around terrified, a bit terrified. Picking the gym as her hideout was her worse mistake. What was she thinking? She reached for her phone and checked the time, it was midnight on the dot. It was time to transform, alongside a human. She screamed in pain as she transformed. She wailed so much that anyone within the gym premises could easily hear her. Zain turned around in the direction of the sound. It sounded like a wolf's wailing. He quickly transformed into his wolf form.

his deepened voice said behind the cape. "It really is you!" "Yes! It is I! The Batman! Now go to bed boy! Your mother will be worried!" The boy happily laughed and left, but Ray realised, that kid was the target of these six foul fangs, making him angrily stomp the ash he stood on, he was deeply glad he got them powedered before the boy saw them, he would have had nightmares for sure, then, who the hell was Batman anayway!? Next on his agenda, his green eyed wolf. Ray leapt up to a roof and scanned, he heard the breaths and pants of that familiar voice, and her scent confirmed it.

I scream in my office. It's CNN! ^^^^

Status: Angry / Scared "What do I gonna do? What to dooo....dOoooooo!" "....." He kept mumbling. Then someone moves in! 'This is it!' 'Fuck! This bat is coming! I hope it was a 3-4 inch bat long. I hope he's that small.' 'What creature would kill me this time? I hope it was a beauty! hehe!' He smiled. But that crushed him to death! "Kekekekeke...." The bat laughed like a bat. His mind freaked out after seeing the bat glowed its eyes.

“What the hell was that?” Scott asked as he and Jo turned from the sound the scream had come from and made eye contact with one another. “It was Cass--but I don’t know why she’s screaming,” Jo said. She took another glance at Ryker and saw that he seemed to be recovering from the cuts in his arm and the pain from the Transformation serum. She started heading in the direction that the scream had come from as she asked both Cass and Zane, “What’s going on?” over the IAC.

I scream. He’s across the room in two strides. One gloved hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound, the other pinning my wrists above my head. The duffel drops to the floor with a heavy thud. I thrash, naked, wet, terrified, but he’s solid muscle, immovable, his body heat radiating against my bare skin. He smells like rain-soaked leather and something warm under that makes my traitor brain think safe when nothing about this is safe.