Butcher Gang Bendy Novels & Stories

He blocks me again, and I quickly shift and change. “Okay” I murmured, and he turned around. He smiles, and comes over. “Thank you” I tack on, and he nods. “Anything for you, baby” he kisses my head, and I let him. He walks away, giving me space and I appreciate that. But my feelings are confused. Because the same guy who just blocked me, who just kissed me is the same guy who abused me for years. We go through our usual workouts, then split into pairs to practice fighting. Giana kicks my ass, but I get a few good blows in. After practicing for another 30 minutes we separate to get ready to go home.

Whatever he was today, was clearly made by Bullet. Bullet wasn't his real name. The gang they had been in years back, Bullet, Vincent and Cobra who's also late. The gang leader then had given him the name Bullet cause he never missed. He was the best among his friends. The gang leader died and there was some sort of rebellion as Grey who despised Bullet broke the gang in two. He had grown to hate Bullet and Vincent, there was no way he was going to accept Bullet as the new head of the gang. No way! He took some men with him and the others stayed, devoted to Bullet and Vincent.

When I was about to enter my classroom, these two idiots stopped me and push me at the corner, "Hey cutie, didn't I told you to give me your number ? Common don't be shy I Know you wanna have some fun with us too" So ... this is Jack and Jimmy , both are known as a bully and they always annoy poor or scolership students like me. They are one of those low thinker people who believe education in this popular University is only for wealthy brats like them so they annoy and bully who isn't as rich as them..... I really hate basterds like them. I feel so disgusted when they were eying me from head to toe and 'baby' that sounded like a dirty swear word to me ____ it's kinda strange how I never fel

I kicked the door; the hinges detached from the frame. On the floor, Benny was straddling Artemio, their eyes snapped at me like deers caught in the headlights.

He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hear Luca mutter behind me. A crooked smile forms at the corner of my mouth. “How about I put my hands on you then?” Bully asked. It’s obvious that he didn’t mean it as a question though. He looked at me in a way that only someone who doesn't know me would. I looked up at the unnatural being in front of me. Giants are known for their strength, and after decades and decades of interracial breeding some giants have mutated abilities.

asked Wilbur. Bailey sat down next to him with a frown. "The Mighty Tiger Gang is one of the biggest underground gangs in Gamuda City. Their leader, Cade Lonen, is called the Bloodthirsty Tiger. He's what you would call a cultivator, and he's ruthless. I heard that the Mighty Tiger Gang even has people from the government in their gang. They've got Gamuda City wrapped around their finger, and everyone has to do whatever they say. You might be a good fighter, but you're not from here. You're not going to be any match for them, I really think you should just go back. Wilbur chuckled. "Aren't you scared?"

Though he was much stronger than each of these people, he could not compete with the joint efforts of so many fighters. Instantly, Butcher felt somewhat dizzy from those attacks. He saw a tall man standing before him. Another punch from the tall man sent Butcher flying away. “You’re that man, Tarzan!” Landing on the ground, Butcher felt as if his body had been hit by a truck. With much difficulty, he staggered to his feet and stared at Tarzan incredulously. Tarzan was not the only one present, but also Ashblood, Jamie Sunder, Martin Jakeman, and Fiona Jennings. All of them were members of Wolf’s Den.

The man tore at the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the tattoo of a flaming scythe. “You ride with anyone?” I asked, dropping my voice so only he would hear. “Only the devil's messenger.” He replied calmly. “Hell yeah, brother.” I nodded. “Hellfangs for life.” These were the coded words we used to identify other members of our gang. I wasn't sure I recognized his face, though. He was so young, probably a new prospect. “You're the boss!” He whispered in excitement. “I read the tattoos!” “Keep your damn voice down!” I hissed, looking around at the curious faces of the others huddled in the corner. “Prospect?” I asked.

Before long, the thick fog dissipated, and Boss Ugly and the other guy were caught by Xander Faris and Emmett Breathnach in a miserable manner. Cultivator named Boss Ugly had two calves cut off by Xander Faris and was lying on the ground, shivering. The other guy who spoke was much more miserable. Under the sharp claws and teeth of the Golden-armored Bloodshed Leopard, there was hardly a single piece of intact flesh around his body.

Brandon is holding his iPad over his face, he is trying his hardest just to be brave, but he is just human at the end of the day. I dig my nails into its shoulder and the beast cries out in pain. “Who is your master?” I ask. “Fuck you, Bloodton bastard!” It yells with a multivocal tone. It's the worst one we could get, but I came very ready. I roll my sleeves and bring out a pocket knife. “You better start to speak, or I am going to fucking dissect you like a cupcake.” I threaten. “My loyalty is to my master! I answer to no one except my master–”