Brutal Legend Headbangers Novels & Stories

My body slammed painfully against the cold floor, my elbow cracking against the leg of the table. "No!" I shrieked in horror as the man ruthlessly grabbed Dad again by his collar, repeatedly smashing his head into the table with methodical brutality. Each brutal impact sent violent tremors through my soul, his head growing increasingly wet and sickening. Blood splattered gruesomely across the floor and walls, speckling the family photos with crimson, Dad's shirt quickly turning a dark, horrifying crimson.

His spiked club slammed into my hellblade with a deafening clang. The impact tore the weapon from my grip, sending it spinning through the air before it clattered uselessly against the stone below. “No!” I cried. Taurus planted his hooves into the ground and stomped with brutal force. “Hellish Stomp!” he roared, laughing as the arena shook beneath us. The ground cracked violently, the rocks trembling like they were about to collapse. I struggled to stay upright, my knees buckling as the stone beneath my feet split apart from the tremors.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

Kim gave my head a gentle pat before grasping my hair in a makeshift ponytail. The heat between my shaky legs only increased every time I bobbed my head up and down trying to take in most of him but it was quite the task to do so. He grabbed my hair harshly and held it in place as he thrust in by himself. I could feel my mascara run down my eyes onto my cheeks but I couldn't be less bothered about it.

"I don't know what you're talking about.” "I'll make it easy for you to understand," she said without even losing her patience. "Don't even dare to talk, look, or even think about Emma as the worst thing your son could have had in this life because if there is anyone here who should be grateful it is you and your son, in the end there is someone who is going to give you an heir to the Vitals. Don't even dare to humiliate my daughter because otherwise I won't respond, I'll tear you to pieces, Lucia, and I have a way of doing it. Do you remember that lost brother of Alexander? What happened to him, huh? I'll leave it to you for homework, dear.”

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

Her brother shook his head sadly. She wiped her tears away. “Carlos was never going to let us go. He had grandiose plans to take over this city. Do you know what was on those flash drives? The Bratva’s bank accounts and the billions of dollars they control. Carlos and his no good friends were going to steal the money and force them to hand over this territory. He was going to start a war no one could…win for money.”

Her aura flared like lighting clouds, an electric shield of sheer dominance and unyielding protection wrapping around her like an unseen armour. A snarl ripped from Lira's throat. Pain lanced through her body, muscles spasming as she fought against the numbing force trying to pin her down. But her fury burned hotter. With a guttural growl, she staggered to her feet, black fur bristling, claws sinking into the earth for stability.

"Show them how the First Blood purges a line, Natalia." Natalia smiled, a cold, lethal expression. She closed her hand into a tight fist. "Legions," she whispered. "Harvest." From the shadows of the upper ridges, the Royal Lycan Legions appeared. Hundreds of heavily armored Lycan warriors, their eyes glowing a fierce crimson, dropped from the cliffs like black meteors. They didn't shift into common wolves; they fought in their massive, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, wielding heavy iron broadswords and silver-rimmed shields.

I quickly spun around, bringing my sword down with all my strength toward his golden helmet. *CLANG!* The metallic sound reverberated as he blocked the strike with his blade, sparks flying between us. "I’ve heard you’re one of the best warriors, making many Alphas submit to you, conquering entire packs. They say you’re so cruel that you don’t even spare orphans and widows, taking women to make them your sexual slaves. I admit I’ve been looking forward to this fight!" Valentim snarled, pushing my blade away and countering with a brutal kick to my torso.