Brutus And Pixie Novels & Stories

Beta Lucas said. "Who are you to the Alpha?" Amber asked. "I'm the Alpha beta." Beta Lucas replied. Amber laughed, "what is funny?" Beta Lucas asked. "How are you coping with the Alpha?" Amber asked. "What do you mean?" Beta Lucas asked. Amber realized she was talking too much, "nothing, can we just change the topic?" Amber asked. "Like what?" Beta Lucas asked. "I don't know, you were the one that asked for a walk." Amber said smiling.

Bu the way he acted I was sure the Alpha Silva had treated him to more than a guest, Dwight acted like he owned this pack, like he owned Pixie. With the quirk of a brow, I studied the office, easily picking out the brand new damage down by an out-of-control wolf. I reckoned he must have done that the night I publicly beat him and took Pixie with me, how pathetic he was. I bristled at the thought of Pixie being subjected to this kind of violence, and it was even harder to keep my hands at my sides. My wolf’s claws dug through my skin, shifting between human fingers and sharp claws.

"Followed by heavier ones, until weight ceases to be a physical constraint and becomes a mental preference." Pavan looked down at his slender wrists, then at Brutus’s hands—which were roughly the size of dinner platters. "I would like to put on record," Pavan whispered, "that I am very small." "I have eyes," Brutus replied. "And this is going to hurt, isn't it?" Brutus Ironhide—the man who had taken a direct tribulation bolt to the shoulder and casually wiped away the soot—looked at the boy with what could almost be called pity.

His three advisors reached a large tent and went in before him, making sure it was clear of any potential surprises, and he paused to listen when Drax, his Royal Beta, and Luther, his Royal Delta, started laughing. “What are you two giggling about,” Brit asked irritably. “Can’t you smell that, Bitty,” Luther chuckled. “Someone got frisky in here not too long ago.” Brit was a Witch, meaning her senses weren’t as sharp as Luther’s, who was a Vampire, or Drax, who was a Werewolf. “Tell us, my loyal hound. What does your furry nose smell?” Drax growled at him, Luther was always trying to get under his skin. And pretty much always succeeded. “A powerful Alpha pup and some omega girl. Twice, a few

‘Take her’ Luca sprang forward and half a dozen guns were aimed at him, ‘Don’t be foolish Bratva, it would be a shame to destroy your little Charity bash now wouldn’t it? Think of the headlines’ Bratva turn Charity into a bloodbath’ I rather like that, but is it worth it for one little pussy?’ He turned away, ‘If you do as you are told I might return her when I’ve tamed her’ Nikita and Dmitri held the Pakhan back until the Mafia had left,

Just as they were about to scale the wall, a soft, curious sound reached their ears. They turned to see a young pixie, a baby, hovering nearby. Its wings fluttered gently, and its large, luminous eyes stared at them with innocent curiosity. Claud exchanged a worried glance with Lycidas and Lupa. “Try not to annoy it or make it feel threatened,” Lycidas whispered. “If it calls for help, we’re finished.” They approached the baby pixie cautiously, their movements slow and non-threatening. Lupa, drawing on her connection to nature, extended a hand toward the pixie, her expression soft and inviting. Claud and Lycidas followed her lead, trying to project calm and friendliness.

"Grandmaster, I've killed one out of the many culprits who massacred you and your family back then. I'll pay respect to you at your grave with his head!" Brutus picked up Harmon's head with his bare hands and slowly walked out of the Tai Chi Monastery. The blood dripping from Harmon's head dragged a long line of red across the ground. … After that, Stevie took Brutus to Sonnan, Sussy Province, and Mythgen, where the latter killed the leaders of the Infinity, Mounthean, and Bohea Orders, respectively. He also cruelly cut off their heads as a tribute to his grandmaster, Heath.

“Everyone has quirks.” She turned back toward the bed and I caught myself watching the sway of her hips. “She’s perfect because she’s our mate,” Brutus growled proudly in my head. “I’m telling her about you,” I linked back. “Finally. Maximus keeps bragging she knows his name already.” “There’s another wolf besides Maximus and Duke,” I said aloud. “His name’s Brutus. Maybe one day you can meet him too.” “And Maximus would definitely like you,” Braxton added.

What a clever thing to do, Kenshi thought to himself. “Well then, if a pretty lady like you is asking me then it would be my regret to refuse. After practice then.” * Pixie was looking everywhere for her brother in the humans’ headquarters. One minute, he was with her and the next her brother is nowhere to be found. Well, she knows her brother is someone a master to the art of sneaking and leaving in a middle of a conversation when he feels bored. So, why does she bother doing all of these? Of course for one reason! She doesn’t want to lose her brother again! But she still lost him anyways. What a drat.

I whispered. Just when I thought all of my problems had come to an end, I forgot that I was still hiding from Brutus. "I saw your performance, and I must say, you are one interesting lady. I would love to know more about you." Brutus spoke calmly, but his words pierced my heart. "What performance?" Brutus chuckled as he opened a plate, took out a piece of fried pork, and threw it into his mouth. "The night of the ceremony." Wait what?