Brutal Legend Headbangers Novels & Stories

“You crazy bitch boy, actually biting my skin?!” Her hand reflexively lets go of my hair, and then her fists start pounding heavy punches straight onto my head and my bleeding face. The other rogue men try to intervene with their boots, but my teeth absolutely won't release their tight grip on her flesh. My brain knows that if my body is separated from Brooke’s frame right now, I will become a helpless plaything for these heavy brutes. “Get this crazy male wolf off my leg!” Brooke yells, her high voice getting completely distorted with massive pain, feeling like the muscle would be tom straight from her bone at any moment.

My friend noticed Chase ogling me and shouted, "Get the hell into that punk's pants tonight if you are brave enough!" Chase chuckled and raised his glass in my friend's direction. Then, he downed it. He grabbed his jacket and stood up, his eyes trained on me as he growled in his head, "Your friend's right. I've waited long enough, and tonight's the night to make my move!"

LYRA I can't get his voice out of my head. It's stuck in my brain, that low, growling rumble that's shattering my entire world. A warrior with a pelt of silver. He talked like he's talking of something everyone already knows, not turning my entire life upside down with one statement. I'm pacing back and forth. This room is too confined. The walls are closing in. My fingers are clenched so hard my nails are cutting half-moons into my palms.

Justin whispered something in Dylan ear causing him to burst out laughing before he dug into a drawer and pulled out a whip. "No please no! I won't break any of the rules again!" I pleaded. "Tempting, but I like to see you beg." Justin said before swinging his arm forward, making direct contact with my skin. My legs started shaking as my body was enduring so much pain. After a few more screams, cries, and pleads he finally stopped. "Get up!" Justin said I slowly stood up as my legs started shaking. I looked up at him with glossy, pleading eyes as I tried not to be weak.

“Why you bastard. How dare you?” With a snarl, she pushed off the door and launched herself at Ethan, intending to inflict bodily harm. Her palm connected with his cheek, the sound resounding in the empty room. The force of the hit turned his head sideways, the red imprint of her fingers vivid against his skin. “You vile, hateful man.” Erin hissed, her breath choppy from the force of her emotions. “My father is in here because of that stunt you pulled, and you dare accuse us of breaking the rules?”

He hauled me off the ground like a ragdoll. "I've got you now, you little rat," he hissed. His eyes bled red with the beginning of a shift. He prepared to slam me into the mats. I didn't panic. I didn't flail. I remembered the Dregs. When the beast bites, you bite back harder. I let him pull me close. As he wound up for the slam, I drove my forehead into his face. Headbutt. Thud. It hurt me—stars exploded behind my eyes—but it hurt him more. He was stunned. His grip loosened just a fraction.

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.