Brutal Legend Headbangers Novels & Stories

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

I said mockingly and he grabbed my collar once again. "Are you really testing my patience, huh?! Then call his co-owner! I don't care if Tong is busy! I'm sure his co-owner is here so let him talk to me!" He shouted at my face and that's the moment when I lost it all. I grabbed his hand tightly and slowly took it away from my collar and I can see him flinching but that's what I really wanted to see. This guy seems to think that I'm easy and I cannot afford to give him the wrong idea. Might as well give him a glimpse of what I can do just to kick his ass out of here. I heard some of the spectators gasped because of what they are seeing.

I hissed, using all my strength to swing the mallet, letting it connect with the side of the lycan's head, sending it flying to the side. The lycan continued to struggle where it lay as I ran forward, lifting the mallet to strike once more. "DIE BASTARD!" I screamed, lowering the mallet and letting it connect with the lycan's head again. Like that, I swung again and again, feeling the lycan's skull crack and then seeing blood and jellified brains beginning to seep out through the lycan's ears. It was only when I heard gasps around me that I stopped and looked around.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Goat’s head snapped to the side and the roar of the men’s excitement reached new levels. Goat’s punch glanced off Weasel’s ear, and then it was game over. Weasel kept going, each punch hitting its mark. Red spots appeared on Goat’s body, but Weasel didn’t stop. He kept landing punches wherever he could, letting the rage take over as he beat Goat to death. He didn’t stop until his face was a bloody mess, and when he finally got to his feet, blood dripped from his taped hands.

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.

Before I could get a hang over whatever was happening, the Steel Reapers, our rival patch streamed in in a row of straight blinding lights. “Shit,” I muttered, flicking the cigarette in my hand away. Smoke burst out of the club yelling “Who just came here?” But before I could answer, they were already in the yard, swinging chains and bats. shouting and doing what they knew how to do best. Causing havoc. Before I could think, I jumped in the middle of it, grabbing one off Smoke and shoving him back. Another came swinging and I ducked and hit hard. I felt his jaw crack.

Even, if he was my mate, I do not like him and wouldn't want him to be around me. What was he even doing in the first place? He left his safe zone roaming through the outer worlds. I let out a sarcastic chuckle. Maybe he has no one to inform him that the world outside here is a lot of complicated and unsafe. I shut tight my eyes to see through the situations in which he was. Oh gosh! I had to open my eyes. It was gravely irritating to the eyes because he was being beaten and he was bleeding from his nose. Eight rogues werewolves against a wolf which is an Alpha.

Brutus clutched himself as a mix of yellow and red fluid leaked out, and he was sent flying onto the bar counter. He twitched twice but did not get up. He had been thoroughly defeated, his "fifth leg" crushed. The room was filled with fear, silence, and shock. Kiran was formidable. Kiran was terrifying. "What are you?" Brutus managed through his pain, looking at Kiran with a mix of defiance and disbelief. "You'll know when I cripple your Lions Club." Kiran looked at the frightened bar girl. "Call them!"

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.