Bash Brothers From Mighty Ducks Novels & Stories

“Unlike you three city boys.” “Fuck this shit,” Trevor slurred loudly. “Bruce, get out there and kick that thing’s ass so we can get going.” “Say what?” Bruce asked like Trevor had lost his mind, and he had. The bison turned to look at the head on. “You heard me,” Trevor slurred and took a sip of vodka. “I’m not going up against a buffalo or . . . bison . . . or whatever the hell that thing is!” Bruce shouted. “What do you think I am? An animal wrangler? A bouncer?”

She pressed closer, pinching me as if to make me behave. I turned to face him, the infamous boy sent abroad at a young age for reasons I had heard whispered about. And then my world tilted. My eyes met his and everything froze. “You?!!!” “You?!!!” We both asked simultaneously, voices laced with shock and disbelief, our gazes burning into each other. I could feel the confused stares from those around us, but I didn’t care. Hayes—the stranger I had shared last night with, whose touch had ignited something deep inside me, was my stepbrother. And not just that… my mate!!???.

AVA The first time I saw Caden Duke in person, I forgot how to breathe. Which was embarrassing considering half the female population of Norwell University saw him almost every day without nearly passing out. The arena exploded into cheers as the final buzzer rang. Norwell Wolves: 4. Westbridge Titans: 1. I rose to my feet with everyone else, my banner in my hands as I cheered the loudest. The hockey team celebrated on the ice, bright lights flashing across the rink, music blasting through the speakers, and students screaming Caden’s name loud enough to shake the building.

"Fear not! There aren't many!" Our warriors nodded, their faces set with determination. They knew the odds were against us. The rival pack arrived, their growls and snarls filling the air. The two groups clashed, the sound of snapping jaws and clashing steel echoing through the forest. The battle raged on, neither side giving an inch. Our warriors fought valiantly, taking down rival pack members left and right. But the enemy just kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. I watched in horror as a rival pack member lunged at Richard, but Ross leapt to his brother's defense, taking down the attacker with a swift kick.

“Yeah, we figured that out. But for now, let’s get you out of here.” They each took turns checking outside before pulling me along. The air outside was filled with smoke and dust. Warriors were fighting everywhere, and I could smell blood and dirt. It was chaos. But for the first time, I felt safe—because they were here. Hughes held out his hand to me. “Can you walk?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I think so.” He smiled. “Good. Let’s get you home then.” We started moving quietly through the path behind the tents. I could still hear shouts from the battlefield. The brothers were fast and careful, moving like shadows between the smoke.

“Yeah that’s what mama said too. She said she remembered your dad too. That he wasn't the best?” “Oh yeah uh” Axton runs his fingers through his dark hair and lets out a heavy breath as he leans against the counter. “My dad abused me a lot. If I played badly in a game, if I did anything he disagreed with. He’s homophobic, and when he found out I was into guys, into you. He punished me for it a lot. He did the same to my brother and mom. We moved into the pack house because it was getting really bad. My uncle is thinking of kicking him out of the pack”

CHARLES POV My hands were covered in blisters as I continued to punch him, the poor thing took a million blows before he got a chance to give one. After I was done I packed the bruised bodies of his minions and placed them in the trunk of my car while I put Louen at the back seat and made sure to strap him properly. He was once my friend after all. Nonetheless being my friend at some point in time didn't give him the right to play stunts that would hurt Crimson. So yeah I had to beat him up and then give him a brotherly hug.

It blew up. The Wadzinski Group was everywhere—headlines, social media, the news. Homebuyers freaked out, demanding answers. The company's stock tanked overnight. By morning, Kenneth's grandfather was on TV, swearing the project would be finished. Even with the voice modulation, Kenneth knew it was me. No amount of precautions could stop him. He found me anyway. When I woke up, it was pitch black. A candle flickered, casting long, jagged shadows over Kenneth's pale face.

"Ryder and his twin brothers helped me through that hell." A known look on Andrius passed and he led his hand out for him to take which Ryder gladly took. "Andrius, her brother." "Ryder, Elena's brother." He replied, pressing on his words. A wave of warm shock flooded within me and I kept my face neutral as possible. Why was even bothering? But, somewhere deep it felt good...good to regarded as someone's family. Andrius nodded. "Nice to meet you. It may be late but let me convey it once again--a big thanks on behalf of helping my sister."

I said, diverting from the topic to what I was most interested in. We figured that they would run so we had the entire area covered with our wolves, cornering them in. They tried to fight through the barricade but we met them with equal show of force. We lost a couple of good wolves but they suffered the most deaths and with Beta Jude gravely injured after our father engaged in a fight with him, they eventually surrendered what was left of their small army.” Zach narrated. “Have you decided on what will happen to them?” I asked, eager to know if a judgment had been served.