Brutal Kunnin Novels & Stories

Aidan's expression darkened as he growled, "How dare you? Calling me a brute—what, you think I'm beneath you? Well, let me send you off, free of charge!" With a single swing of his arm, Aidan unleashed a palm strike so powerful, it ripped through the air with a deafening snap. It landed squarely on Bruno's chest—no mercy, no hesitation. A spray of blood, thick with shattered organs, burst from Bruno's mouth as his body flew back like a ragdoll. He slammed to the ground in a crumpled heap—lifeless, silent, gone. "Bruno!" "Bruno—No! You animals! You kill him like it's nothing? I'm going to fight you with everything I have!"

“They want us exposed, divided.” I swallowed the knot tightening in my stomach. “Then we don’t give them what they want. We stick together. We watch each other’s backs.” Damien’s hand brushed mine, a silent promise. “No matter what, I’m with you.” We pressed forward, the trees thinning as we neared a clearing marked by scorched earth and shattered stone—signs of another brutal attack. The stench of burnt flesh lingered, and my stomach clenched. Our enemies were ruthless, but this was something else. This was calculated cruelty designed to break us down, piece by piece.

Gunnar finally gave Braxton room to breathe and I felt as if I too finally had the chance to breathe after so long. The entire time Gunnar had held the tie in place, I had held my breath. My head felt as if it would explode any second. I could only imagine what Braxton had gone through. "I don't know anything," Braxton's voice was scratchy for obvious reasons. "The problem is," Gunnar mused, rounding the chair once more and bringing his face to Braxton's, "I don't fucking believe you." I wasn't certain how or from where but Gunnar now held a switchblade in his hand and he sent it driving through Braxton's hand.

She pointed the sword in my direction with an expressionless face. "A man of few words, my foot. I'm going to get straight to the point by reading out the penalty for your crimes. In a norm for a rape case, the man's cock will be fed to the dogs as meat and then their head feeds to hyenas in the mountains. But since it was an attempted rape, you will be castrated by me at this moment." She spouted without showing a sign of forbearance. I almost gloated but held my peace.

Abel picked up his gun and pointed it at Brute who froze at the sight of the gun. "Any last words buddy?" Brute went dumb. He threw his axe at Abel who caught it with ease by the handle. "You like tearing human limb by limb right?" Abel asked mockingly. Abel shot Brute at both legs, the latter screamed in agonizing pain as he fell to the ground. Abel dragged the axe on the ground as he approached Brute where he laid groaning. He raised the axe and butchered Brute limb for limb, blood splashing on his face and all over his body as he did so. Soon he stopped satisfied with the gory sight of Brute's death.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

As his hands reached his chest, a gold skin made an appearance, unlike the pale skin most men have. The wound is a little above the heart area and is ruptured very badly that it is bleeding. The wound might have infected and I remembered the moment when he crashed into the woman in the lobby, the box struck him right there. The wound must have ruptured then. How come he did not give a slightest expression of pain when an incident like that happened. He really is rough.

she shrugged, “it’s normal in Lycan society.” I grimaced, lowering my blade for a moment. “Normal? Trying to stab someone over petty jealousy is normal?” Ember rolled her eyes as if I were asking the stupidest question she’d ever heard. “For Lycans? Completely. Noblewomen here bicker, fight, and sometimes kill each other. It is just how things are.” “Barbaric,” I muttered under my breath, curling my lip as I lifted my sword again.

At that moment, he wasn't a fighter; he was a merciless force, unchained and driven by something primal. Bruto lay there, a motionless and blood-soaked heap on the ring's floor. Vincenzo sat over him, and continued a relentless storm of stabs, each echoing the air with a sickening squelch. It was a cold-blooded replay of the brutality he'd unleashed on Francois at the peace agreement party. That was my first glimpse of him taking someone's life... and I knew it wouldn't be the last. The ring transformed into a macabre river of blood, spreading in every direction around him.

Clinker Shen explained to Blaky Sudan with a smile. Blaky Sudan was clear and immediately mocked, "They must be very pretty, otherwise Brutney would never bother others." At home, Brutney is also the best at bothering him. He is called a handsome uncle all day, and even his father's status is not as high as his. Brutney did not expect the uncle to know so much, so she could not help but triumphantly say, "Yes, they are even more handsome than my uncle." Blaky Sudan was speechless, and compared himself to two leprechauns.