Brutal Legend Headbangers Novels & Stories

"Kill him." "Cut him up." "Yes! Tear him apart." "Get up from the fucking floor, Jonah." "Oh, he's so dead." "He won't be able to walk properly after this." "Does he have any tooth left?" "Off with his head!" "Get him, Marcus!" "Stop hitting like a fucking baby, you pussy." "Break all his bones. Whoo!" A million agitated voices echoed through the wide wrestling arena witnessing the biggest pack fight of the year.

And at this time, my heart started pounding very hard upon hearing his voice becoming loud and strong. "I'm sorry-" My appropriate apology hung in the air again when he rudely snapped my face using the back of his palm. Another bruise was awarded to my face because of the bravery I did. I deserve it. "How hard is this thing I’m asking you to do, huh?!" He strangled me and presented my innocent face to his demonic eyes. "Just drink that to get pregnant, Kris! What's so hard to do there?!"

I can see myself as cool as a metal bassist! The headbangers and moshers are getting wild. They messed up like a brawl scene. Many collide with each other, fall, and then get up again. No hard feelings. This is anarchy! Keep on! Unlike dangdut audiences, whose hair is touched, it can lead to wars between villages. The chaos on the metal scene never ends in chaos or vandalism.

Inside it were two guys, naked from the waist up, barefoot, only leather trousers as their clothing. They were on opposing sides of the cage. One had his back on me, a well-built frame with gray hair tied in a low ponytail, while the other guy had a cleanly shaved head. Based on their body structure, this will be a good fight, but as soon as the sound of the bell rang through the air, the bald guy shifted into a huge black wolf. This is my first time witnessing a human shift into his animal spirit. It was fascinating. Unphased, gray-haired guy remained in his corner as the wolf growled, baring his teeth to the crowd who was buying his showcase of power.

It was so painful he couldn't even muster the energy to scream, he started rolling around as the pain got too much, it felt like his blood was on fire and burning him from the inside, that was the last conscious thought he had. Alexander watched as the two men rolled around in pain as he clenched his hands tighter the more pain they seemed to be in, he watched as blood started to leak out of their ears, nostrils, their eyes, and mouth. He didn't react, his fury blinding him as to what he was doing to them, his eyes completely red from one end to another, almost mechanically he just added pressure to his grip until suddenly their bodies combusted into bloody pieces, the blood flowing freely.

The words dripped with ice cold anger. Marcus held up both hands in self-defense. “Look ET, before you bring down your wrath on my head, I just want to let you know that I was just as stunned as you are now when Mr. Saunders called to tell me he was backing out of the deal. And you should know I tried to reason with him, but he was….”

he ordered. Brand saw red. His wolf snarled low in his throat. The Hirðstjóri's eyes widened in surprise at the feral sound, taking a step backwards and drawing his blade. Brand threw an elbow fiercely into Sigurd's middle and an 'oomph' escaped the giant man's lips. His hand dropped from Brand's arm reflexively and Brand lunged toward the captain, heedless of the steel in his hand. He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand.

Storm took his hand in a handshake and…. “Mother fucker!!!,” The man shouted, snapping his palm away from Storm’s hold eyes wide. Mother fucker indeed. She stared at her palm, still tingling from the painful zap she had felt from Blue’s touch and suddenly she was propelled down memory lane, just about twenty-four hours ago when she had felt this same thing. In the Alpha’s room, while he was sitting bare-chested staring up at her with cold eyes as she explained how her herbs could heal his wounds instantly.

I snarl in pain and fury, but before I can react, he headbutts me, my vision blurring as my nose shatters. "Fuck!" I roar, shaking my head to clear the double vision, but Callum seizes the advantage. He sweeps my legs out from under me, and I hit the ground hard, the air rushing from my lungs as his boot slams down on my chest, grinding me into the dirt.

He rasped out, breathless. “Everything isn’t up to y-you. The damage has been done.” He was pale due to the blood loss but what he said snapped something inside me. Like a wind that suddenly turns into a raging mass of tornado or a flicker of light that flooded like molten lava that devours everything on its path. Driven by pure unadulterated rage I didn’t even realize that I had put a crushed orange to shame. His head was smashed into an unrecognizable heap of meat, bones, and the fluffy texture of his brain.