Black Rabbit Brotherhood Second Fight Novels & Stories

The Brother might be huge and even a decent fighter, but he hasn’t made it his career to be a hunter and a killer. I’m on him again, aware that the second has been brought down by a pair of black wolves with silver streaks. I can hear the human, shrieking voice of Elsbeth, an irritation in the back of my mind as I snap at my foe. He twists, sinking his teeth into my leg but I’m on him.

Ava began to collect her clothes from the ground, while our muscles in our bodies were tense and ready for battle. A roar echoed through the forest, a mixture of despair and anger. "My mate betrayed me with my own younger brother!" I declared, my voice resonating with a ferocity that scared away the nearby birds. Paul and I, now in our wolf forms, began to fight, claws and teeth colliding in a violent battle. Ava, stunned, ran into the forest for refuge. The battle between brothers was intense, a deadly dispute intertwined by fragile bonds. On the damp ground, I fell under Paul's relentless attack, my own brother. The previous battle had already left its marks, and my body was tired and weak

A small cry left my lips, and Killian rushed forward, punching his brother on the face. I screamed as they both stumbled to the ground, and another fight broke out. I didn’t know how to stop them…I kept screaming at Killian to stop and at his brother to leave me alone, but it was like they had both gone deaf. I was crying. Not knowing what to do to stop the fight. They were throwing punches at each other, breaking their skin. I let out another scream when his brother picked up a rock from the floor and attempted to throw it at Killian.

“You’re so full of yourself. It’s a paddleboard, not a personality trait.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna talk shit about my balance, maybe don’t fall on your ass in front of God and everybody.” “I didn’t fall on my ass. I fell forward. Gracefully.” “Gracefully,” he echoed. “Sure. The ocean was clapping for you.” That did it. “Fuck you,” I snapped, middle finger shooting up between us like a flag of war. Ethan’s eyes flicked to my hand, then back to my face. His grin turned slow. Dangerous.

“You've finally managed to make me change my mind.” Without warning, Falcon stepped forward. His right fist shot straight toward Brandon's face. Brandon blocked it, but Falcon didn't stop. His left elbow immediately drove into Brandon's ribs, forcing him back a step. Brandon countered with a punch aimed at Falcon's stomach, but Falcon twisted his body just in time, and the blow struck only the side of his suit. In an instant, the fight that had existed only through words until now finally erupted for real. Fist met fist. Elbow collided with elbow. There were no more weapons, no more commands. Only two brothers unleashing the hatred they had buried for years.

I swung at him again and ended up pounding him into the ground until several people had to pull me off of him. “What is the meaning of this?!” My father yelled when he walked in. I turned to him and said, “he just fucked my sister, and she didn’t want it. She’s really upset. He deserves to fucking die.” My father looked shocked; he had never heard me talk like that. He went up to Finn and said, “you and your family from this day forward are banished from our pack. Get out now.” Finn slowly stood up and took off running out of the room.

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.

Despite his frail form, he was matching Chris blow for blow, his feral state seemingly giving him some sort of enhanced strength. “Leonard, stop!” Chris grunted, narrowly avoiding a swipe of claws that left deep gouges in the wall behind his head. “It’s us! It’s Chris! Your Alpha!” But Leonard’s face showed no signs of comprehension or recognition. His attacks were relentless, mindless, driven by a feral rage I had never seen before. He broke free from Chris’s hold with ease, spinning around to deliver a powerful kick that sent Chris flying across the room. “We have to help him!” Patrick yelled, extending his own claws and jumping into the fray.

When Teddy stumbles, I pounce, fangs crushing into his neck. “Let’s finish him, brother,” I mind link Sabastian, watching him blur past me into nothing. He howls, a high scream soaked in terror and iron. Sabastian moved like a shadow wraith, flitting in and out to land his own blows on Teddy, claws slashing, painting the grass with Teddy’s blood. It worked perfectly. Teddy kept trying to fend off my brother as he phased in and out of reach, allowing me to sink my claws and jaws in deeper.

“I don't want mistakes this time around. You're to bring him to me alive, and I mean alive. Then you're to leave a threatening message for Jake. He must know that he had crossed the limit, and cannot escape the consequences. “I can't wait to crush the bones of that Jake,” Ryan's eyes blazed with anger. “I'll make sure he pays for what he's done.” “Calm down, Ryan,” I patted him on the back. “There's no need hurrying into a fight that you're sure you'll win.” “Hmmmm,” Ryan sighed, releasing his clenched first. “So, just keep it cool. The alpha brothers don't know what is coming their way. They'll wish they never crossed path with me.” I assured him.