Black Rabbit Brotherhood Second Fight Novels & Stories

He barely had the time to turn and defend himself when Nicholas grabbed him by his teeth and flung him off me, slamming him into a tree. Nicholas’ wolf was almost twice my size. He dwarfed the male with no effort. His fur was midnight black, but there was a streak of white right on the bridge of his nose. It was a unique pattern, and when I was younger, I used to believe that it meant we were meant to be because my fur was white. The male struggled to rise, but Nicholas didn’t give him reprieve. He clamped his jaws around his throat and bit down hard, ripping his head clean off.

"He doesn't care. He just wants the power." We dropped from the rafters. Ronan hit the floor like a meteor, shifting into his massive wolf form before he even landed. He tore through the first line of rogues like they were made of paper. I ran for the machine. "Victor! Can you hear me?" My brother’s eyes fluttered open, his face pale and drawn. "Jack... run... it’s a trap..." "I’m not leaving you." I began frantically pulling at the cables, the silver casing burning my fingers. Behind me, the sounds of the battle were deafening—the roars of Alphas, the clash of claws on stone, the screams of the fallen.

That fueled my anger even more, while the rouge was still turned with his back to me I took off jumping into the air landing on his back. My brother got back up off the ground swiping at his legs trying to knock him down the rouge was struggling now. I tore into the side of the rouges neck tearing out his throat, he yelped loudly before I let go of him watching him crumple to the ground. My brother and mines wolf looked at one another nodding our head before running towards the other rouge tag teaming him as well. As we were fighting him we heard more warriors appear all taking to groups to help kill the last of them.

Alex sneered. "Oh!" Ethan scoffed. "You getting scared already. I have a little gift for you. And I hope you will have the patience to wait till your funeral before you get it. It's a rose flower." The two brothers are now standing face to face, each of them with their own army. "Action speaks louder than voice." With that, they began to fight. "Attack!" Rebal ordered and the Wolves fought with vigor and passion.

One half kept drifting to Asher's smirking face and the irritating heat that flared whenever he crowded my space. The other half kept locking onto Luke's dark eyes staring at me through the rain-streaked windshield. My heart gave a strange, heavy thud at the memory of Luke, and it pissed me off. I couldn't even figure out which brother was making my chest ache more, and the confusion was driving me insane. Sitting here with a bowl of stale chips wasn't going to fix it. "Fine," I groaned, throwing the blanket off my legs and standing up. "I'll go. But the moment it gets weird, we leave."

They exchanged blow after blow—fists slamming into one another. I watched helplessly from the ground, clutching my belly. Ryker shifted first. His bones cracked, his form growing into the massive black wolf I’d seen before. His brother followed seconds later. It was a bloodbath. They tore into each other—biting, clawing, snapping. Ryker’s jaws clamped onto his brother’s shoulder and threw him like a rag doll. His brother responded by sinking his fangs into Ryker’s side. I wanted to help, to scream, to do something—but I couldn’t move. My legs wouldn’t respond. I could barely keep my eyes open.

With a ruthlessness worthy of his President rank Wild Bill pulled the trigger. Conan felt himself shoved to the side as Liam pushed his brother out of harm's way. The bullet pierced Liam's flesh in between his ribs, and he went down, clutching onto his side as Conan released a guttural roar and charged. Two bullets, two brothers. His fury lent him speed, and before Wild Bill could recock the hammer, Conan was on him, still in human form, brutally beating Bill like a barbarian. They tussled on the ground as other club members watched from their doors. The fighting attracted the other Baron brothers. As they lunged up the stairs and took in the carnage before them, it caused instinctive change

The words they exchanged were sharp, cutting into each other's hearts, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed. Finally, exhausted by the relentless battle of words, Ryder and Ryker locked eyes once again. Their resolve was unyielding, their determination unwavering. They knew that words alone would not settle this dispute. It had to be settled physically. Without a word, they stepped towards each other, their fists clenched tightly. The air crackled with anticipation as the room fell into an eerie silence. The brothers were prepared to engage in a physical battle, to let their fists speak for them and determine once and for all who was the better brother.

"This place is surrounded by your wolves and friends. I'm not one to waste strength in a fight I couldn't win. And no, I'm not offering anything for my sister's hands." "Why are you here, then? Merritt of the Ruby Bloodmoon!" "You and I had a talk before we got the news that your girl and my sister got into a fight. I'm here to make sure that a silly brawl between two girls hasn't changed anything between us." "Silly brawl, you say? Your sister tried to murder my mate! She snuck out here with poison. With the heart to kill. You and I know this was no mere "silly fight between girls," Merritt. Sabrina stabbed my female with a giant poisonous needle!"

The gun fell from his hand, and I picked it up and pointed it at him. But Knives and Steel were there a second later, gripping Rabbit’s hands and pulling him off the floor. He cussed and tried to dislodge himself from my men, but he’d had better luck trying to escape the clutches of hell... Pissed, I checked the gun again, making sure that there were bullets left for what I was going to do. Nodding to the other two, they forced a screaming and cursing Rabbit to his knees. “You’d kill a brother,” she screamed at me, knowing what his fate would be. “For a fucking whore?”