Brutal Henti Novels & Stories

Brutus's emotions surged uncontrollably, and his agitation reached its peak. He began to leap and dash, engaging in a frenzy of punches. Towering trees crumbled under the force of his blows, the frozen surface of the lake shattered into fragments with each powerful strike, and the one-meter-square-sized rocks were reduced to rubble beneath the relentless force of Brutus' fists.

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

I shouted in frustration, unable to stand seeing this bastard treat a woman like this, just because he was stronger than us. I got up, forgetting the pain I was feeling. "Get away, you fucking bastard!" I threw a punch, hitting Horton in the face. Of course, my punch had no effect on him. It only made his cheek red, but it didn't make him back down. The club patrons ran out, watching, just enjoying it. Even though the women screamed for Horton to stop, of course, this fucking monster didn't stop. Horton pulled my hair, forcing me to lift my head up. Simultaneously, the stinging pain on my scalp was excruciating. "You really need a lesson from me, bitch!" Horton slapped me.

Another slap to the left cheek followed, "Did I ask for this?" Brutus's cries were pitiful, his body trembling uncontrollably with humiliation and rage burning in his eyes, yet he dared not retaliate. He was afraid—afraid of being crippled by Kiran. Kiran addressed the men sprawled on the ground, "I said I had no interest in you clowns. Do you believe me now?" "I said I would beat your Brother Wayne to that. Do you believe that?" With those words, Kiran kicked Brutus in the groin. Brutus clutched himself as a mix of yellow and red fluid leaked out, and he was sent flying onto the bar counter.

Hatred directed at this towering giant for what he is about to commit. He lets out a roar—loud and untamed—a battle cry that echoes off the stone walls of the hall. The fight concludes in mere minutes. It is gruesome and brutal, and I hear the sickening crack of bone at one point, accompanied by the howls of agony from the younger man. The alpha pins him to the ground, a hand gripping his neck. He lifts a fist to deliver the fatal blow—hesitating with it suspended in mid-air as if relishing the kill.

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

The first person he grabbed was the last guy. "Master, please! We never know it was you it was a mis— He couldn't say more before Madden smashed his face cruelly into the hard concreted wall. His forehead cracked as his blood made a cascade down his broken face and bent neck. He paled out in Madden's merciless hold, and the other guy turned back to behold the scene. Horror shone in his expression. He quickly held his middle so he won't pee on himself. Malik is still pounding on your door, and right now his palms are bleeding from the harshness of his pounds.

Gasps echoed around us. Dean’s restraint shattered. He shoved Mason back, voice low but furious. “Don’t touch me again.” “Oh, you think you’re real tough now, huh?” Mason sneered, stumbling but recovering. He swung, a wild, sloppy punch. Dean ducked, his fist snapping up in a sharp, controlled arc that cracked against Mason’s jaw. The sound of bone against bone echoed through the restaurant. Mason staggered, grabbing onto a chair for balance. Then he lunged again, and suddenly it was chaos.

But the difference in strength made all my try meaningless. Daniel is using more and more strength, and my hand is starting to shake because of the pain. I thought for sure my arm would break. This is the first time I've been exposed to this kind of rough treatment. Daniel let out and shoved my hand aside. My body wobbled because I suddenly lost my balance. I held my trembling wrist while watching Daniel's back. I looked down at my wrist, bruises were also starting to appear. Even though he didn't know what happened, it made Daniel so angry. But the person standing in front of me now and the person I saw the night before. Not sure if it's the same person or not?