Butcher Gang Bendy Novels & Stories

He held a combat shotgun like it was a toy. “Well, look at this,” the Butcher said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “The prodigal son sitting in the hot seat. You really think you’re man enough to hold the Anchor, Dante?” “Go to hell,” Dante coughed. The Butcher walked over to Bianca’s unconscious form. He looked down, then nudged her ribs with the toe of his boot. “She’s the one I wanted. The wolfless bitch makes a better battery. More room for the code when there’s no soul in the way.”

Leaning by the opaque door, the man stared into the grand hall where the lavish party was taking place. "Look, if they both leave this place without you injecting Mr Bill with Pytelaphyl corruption, then I promise on my life that you all will be killed..." The voice rang in a whisper into the phone. The wild creature in which the fluid [pytelaphyl] was gotten was known as the scavage fiend. This creature seems to be extinct from the surface of the world but... some secluded towns like Valeria and Boneridge holds either an old fiend or a dead one which was being stored so that the body wouldn't go dry and rotten. Sometimes the fluid the creature produces is being sold in the Tardy market in B

Juan immediately fell to his knees, screaming as he clutched his arm, and blood trickled down his face. It felt as if his hand was being torn from its socket. "My arm!" "Apologize now, or it'll be your neck next," Andrew stated coldly. While his voice was calm and low, Juan felt a shiver running down his spine from the threat. The one fearless bully began to tremble and begged, "Please, have mercy! I'll apologize! I'll do it!" Andrew released his arm, but Juan remained kneeling, his face contorted in pain. "My father is Tony Madden, King of East Side. You—"

They never learn, why would you go and mess with us, especially when our leader is the greatest most badass man, my great grandfather, Phoenix. "Seems like you're new." I said as I chocked him. "Most hunters already know who we are, but I see Colton, sent a newbie to the lions den. Shame your life ends today." Screams was all I heard, he was begging me for his life. Sadly I don't give a second chance to those who want to harm me and my family. "I should start charging for taking care of the bodies." I turned to see Paolo. "You're the best at it." I grinned.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

They had the same tiger tattoo on their biceps that represented the gang's strength and power. ''Boss-'' The member wanted to voice his concerns when his phone had started to ring. ''Hm, it is my future mate. What could he possibly want from me?'' Alexander sighed softly and picked up. Before he had the chance to speak, Amir was already whining to him through the phone, ''Are you coming or not, Misterr Gangster~? You made a deal with me, so where are you~?'' Amir’s loud whines could be heard everywhere in Alexander’s office, that even the other gang member that was with him felt startled.

The thugs, already terrified of Frederick, quickly dismounted and scurried away like defeated strays. The people at the food stall watched the astonishing scene unfold and couldn't help but gulp. They never expected the notorious biker gang, known for their mastery of motorcycles, would be reduced to fleeing on foot. One of the disgruntled thugs whispered to Bryan, "Bryan, that's all that we have. Are we really going to leave it behind?" Bryan responded with a harsh whisper, "This guy is too strong, we can't beat him. We will wait for Ghosty to deal with him."

Instead, he smirked and replied, "Ah, I see you've found yourself some accomplices! You are greatly mistaken, however, to think that you and your lackeys can take me down!" "The disrespect!" Wade stepped forward, his lip curling into a deep scowl as he glared at Liam. His muscles were bulging as though straining to get into combat. He pointed a menacing finger at Liam and shouted, "Do you have any idea who you're up against? This is the head of the Scorpion Gang you're talking to, you little twat! "Now, listen here. If you wish to live another day, you better get on your knees and apologize to Mr. Zegler right now! We may spare you if you cut off your own hands to prove you're sorry!

He forced her down on the ground and began to drag her outside as he yelled, "If I don't kill you today, I won't call myself a man." The other customers barely dared to breathe at the sight, and none of them dared to help. Panicking, Hunter began to try and crawl toward Ginger with his broken leg. Another gang member walked over and stepped on his hand. "Behave," he warned Ginger. "If not, I'm going to ruin his hand." He began to push down on Hunter's hand, causing Hunter to break into a cold sweat from the pain. Ginger was still fighting back. "Let him go! Stop it!"

I just needed to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. "Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" He apologized, "My name is Dante Gonzalez, the founder of the Serpent Mafia" he said pulling his sleeve up and showing his dragon with a crown tattoo. My eyes quickly widened as I recognized the tattoo. We had been warned about this gang lots of times in our police training. I never even thought they were real. "You looked surprised" he said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, I don't bite. Ain't that right, Miyuki?" he asked his cat.