Bucky The Grappler Novels & Stories

I sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively stepped back. It wasn’t over. Katherine casually raised her right hand, her wide black sleeve slipping back to reveal a pale arm. With a light outward flick toward Buck — “Bang!” The two-hundred-plus-pound brute was hurled into the air like a discarded rag doll, slamming hard into the rough stone wall five meters away. Shards of rock rained down as Buck slid to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood before losing consciousness completely. The entire basement fell into deathly silence, broken only by the crackling of the torches.

I held onto him firmly, pressing my face against his fur, breathing in the wild scent of him. I had never felt anything like it before—freedom, power, and trust all tangled together. He ran with effortless grace, his strides long and sure, never faltering even when the trail narrowed to dangerous slivers along the cliff’s edge. And I realized... he would never let me fall. No matter what. At last, the path opened into a clearing near the summit. Alexandro slowed, then lowered himself again so I could slide off. I stumbled a little, my legs weak, but he shifted back into his human form in a shimmer of light, catching my arm before I could fall.