Brutal Kunnin Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Branches snapped beneath our paws as we pushed through the dark. My wolf was furious. Alina’s rage burned beside mine through the bond. Ahead of us, Nikita hunted the man who had thought he could use her and walk away. Asher believed humiliation was the worst thing that could happen to him. He had no idea what humiliation truly was. He was about to learn.

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.

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

Brutal, effective, designed to take on multiple opponents and survive, if somewhat worse for wear. Also he gave me a knife, which seemed irresponsible even to me, a violent juvenile delinquent. It wasn't l like a Bowie knife either, or a survival knife. It was straight, double-edged, with a wickedly sharp point. He called it a "Fairbarn". Later I'd learn that the skills he taught me dated back to world war two. I've never been able to get Billy to tell me where he learned it.

With one hand pressed against the wound, he glared fiercely at Bruna and seethed, “Why the f*ck did you stab me, you b*tch!” To my amazement, I could see a different glint in Bruna’s eyes as she slid down from the dining table and retorted, “And why the f*ck did you harass my husband, huh?” Bruna’s gaze fleeted on the dining table, and she fiercely grabbed the fork this time and held it high. She let out a ferocious growl, “If you dare utter a single negative word about my husband again, I will break your legs so that you wouldn’t be able to f*ck any girl, you lusty beast!”

Once everyone was in the convoy, Mikhail gave the final order, voice cold as ice: “Bomb the building.” And as they drove away, the compound behind them erupted into a massive explosion — flames lighting up the entire night sky. Don Sebastien’s kingdom burned. And the Bratva left with their captives. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The Bratva Empire was alive with celebration. Music boomed, laughter echoed, and both the De Lucas and the Bratvas filled the grand hall. After years of bloodshed, betrayal, and war, their longest-standing enemy had finally fallen.