Brutal Legend Headbangers Novels & Stories

He turned to glare at Colin and snarled, “I will follow after this meeting to teach you some respect.” He waved his hand and, with far too much enthusiasm, Chris and Matt grabbed ahold of Colin. Rage surged through his body as his brothers dragged him to the basement. The silver cuffs burned against his wrists, and their tight grips on his forearms would leave marks. As they reached the stairs, Chris chuckled lightly for a moment before shoving Colin down the dark steps. With his arms cuffed behind his back, he could not catch himself and tumbled down, smashing his already-crooked nose on the cement as he fell. A low growl rumbled in his chest, but he showed no other reaction and simply rose

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. A wave of nausea washed over me. I had to do something, anything. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for a weapon. My gaze fell on a fallen wine bottle, the ruby liquid shimmering on the polished floor. Without a second thought, I snatched it up, the cool glass biting into my palm. With a wild throw of my arm, I launched the bottle at Luca's head. It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Maggie grunted, stepped forward and grabbed her by her long red mane. “AHH!” Valeen yelled as she swung her fists in the air. “Let go!” Maggie swung her around by her red mane with both hands tightly secured to her scalp. “I couldn’t find the toilet brush, but I guess this messy bush will do.” “Oh, God! You wouldn’t dare!”

His voice sounded like grinding stones. He punched the Knight in the knee. The sound of shattering bone echoed through the lobby like a gunshot. The Knight screamed—a high, piteous yelp—as his leg bent the wrong way. The Hammer Knight swung his weapon. Marcus didn't block. He took the hit squarely on his chest. The hammer head cracked; Marcus didn't move an inch. He headbutted the wolf, his metallic skull caving in the creature’s face. For a moment, he was a god of war. A silver giant holding back the tide.

In this respect, she was the boss, asking Masha where she’d been hit and hurrying to compress the bleeding on her arms. “Hold this here,” she instructed me, yanking her sweatshirt off to shove it at me, then showing me where to put pressure on Masha’s temple. “Head lacerations bleed the worst, but it’s better to have the reaction outward than internal. Masha, can you tell me what hit your head? Did you fall or did someone strike you?” Masha mumbled, her voice so choppy I could barely understand. If she wasn’t in my lap like a scared animal, I wouldn’t have felt her reply as a vibration between us to know that she had spoken at all.

He could break a wolf's spirit when he's angry. I headed to the armoury and found a quiet corner to crush the pills to dust. The time was already a quarter past six, so I headed to the prison building to wait for the time. As I was walking, I bumped into Lilith. She had a backpack, so I guessed she was going to work on somebody. "You got a gig?" I asked her, trying to make small talk even though I didn't really have the time. I just thought it would be awkward bumping into someone you know without saying something to them.

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

"Sign your name, Maren. Unless you want to watch that monster walk out of this courthouse holding a child who isn't even his." He was arrogant. Cold. A billionaire predator who looked at her desperate, tear-stained face and saw nothing more than a useful pawn on a chessboard. Maren Jenkins had no money, no lawyers, and only forty-eight hours before her late sister's infant son was handed over to the abusive monster who helped drive her sister to her grave. She was out of options. So, she signed the contract. Gideon Cole didn't offer her a fairy tale. He offered her a war. As a rival billionaire with a blood feud against the opposition, Gideon needed a wife, a public image, and an