Grunkle Stan Brass Knuckles Novels & Stories

Nolan says and Jinu stops struggling but he starts calling for help now, screaming his lungs out for someone to come save him. Does he really think anyone is going to come? No. Everyone in this Pack knows not to get in my way, and that includes Zane. “Shut up brat, before I change my mind and break your jaw as an added bonus. You should be grateful I'm still letting you live.” I snap at him, sick of his whining. I grab his left hand and loosen the device enough to place his fingers between the sharp metal plates. The thumb screw is a simple but gruesome device used for extreme punishment.

He wasn’t winded though, because he followed up with a barrage of jabs that quickly let me know that he’d gone through training of some kind. But this wasn’t even the worst part of it all. The bastard had on a pair of identical brass knuckles, which told me that he wasn’t taking any chances with me—one blow from those and I’d break something. “You’re not going to go easy on me?” I asked breathlessly, dodging his attacks while trying to keep both of the other men in my line of vision lest I make the mistake of letting them flank me. “I’m only a girl.” I was only half-joking, and the man smirked, his eyes glinting with a sick mischief that told me he was enjoying it.

Taking my pick of devices on the table, I go with simple brass knuckles, wanting to get some of my frustration out on him. Kyle holds the doc up with each hit, his joy in the situation evident from the smile that widens on his face. I can't help but grin with my own pleasure as I watch his blood drip from his face to the floor. It was satisfying, and I was enjoying every second of listening to his cries. "Drop him," I tell Kyle, and he does as I say. My hand grips onto his hair, forcing his gaze to me. "Want to talk now?" I grumble, watching his eyes water over as he shakes his head once more.

I didn't plan on bringing out the demon in me, but since Alec and his so-called son wanted to see that demon, I wouldn't mind showing it to them. Not to speak of the lawyer himself. I picked up the brass knuckles, and as I adorned them on my fingers, I walked closer to him. He trembled at the sight of the weapon in my hand, his eyes bulging in terror. “What… what are you planning on doing?” “Me?” I snorted. “Oh, don't be scared. I won't use this on you unless you tell me what I need to know.” Immediately, I reached for his shoulder, and gripping it tightly, I watched him scream.

He growled, “Who told you that I don’t have the guts to do that? Sure! Let’s do it!” After all, he was confident that he was not going to lose. Kayson’s eyes glowed up with excitement. He glanced at Livia, and she offered him a faint smile. ‘What a smart woman!’ Soon, Kayson stood in front of Stanley and smiled, “Mr. Leaf, you first!” Stanley said coldly, ‘What an ignorant brat. Very well, then. I shall show you the might of my Dynamic Punch!” His Dynamic Punch was able to crush steel in a single punch and make a dent in a metal door that weighed a few pounds.

That way no one would come back in years to come. He rendered himself unrestrained and grabbed the first man who had attacked him by the collar, throwing him in the direction of the other two men who were heading towards him. The man flew into the air and fell on both of them. Throwing them all into the floor. Nikolai didn’t wait for them to recover and stand to their feet. He twisted the rings on his fingers, turning them into brass knuckles. He punched the first man who came close to him, smashing his nose, damaging his face to the point that it was unrecognizable, and holding his head on both sides before twisting his neck. The man grew limp almost instantly and he quickly drops it and tu

The way they'd patted her shoulder while poisoning her with fucking mercury. I turned away before I kicked them awake. The steel table glinted under the flickering bulb. Jesus Christ. It looked like an army surplus store threw up. Knives with serrated edges. Pliers that could crack molars. A blowtorch that probably cost more than my first car. Rolin propped himself against the wall, arms crossed. Watching. Always watching. "All yours," he purred. Like he'd set out a fucking buffet. The brass knuckles fit my fingers like they'd been waiting for me. Cold. Heavy. Right.

Huh? Nathan took out a lot of equipment continuously. "This is a brass knuckle, it protects your hand and hurts your opponent a lot when you punch them. This electric rod will inflict severe pain and render one unable to fight for 30 minutes upon touching the human body, use it with your insulated skin tight battle suit. This is a teeth protector, it can be used to protect your teeth." Holding the pile of equipment in her hands, Hilda was puzzled for a while before she realized what was going on. Nathan knew that he couldn't stop her, so he decided to find some better equipment for her instead. That way, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage when fighting outside.

He screamed at me. I pouted. “Is that any way to talk to your host?” I set the bag down on the floor. It was too big to lay out on the table, and I wanted to see what Malachi was working with before. There were old pliers and hedge clippers. But all the rest were just typical tools that you would find in any toolbox. I picked up the brass knuckles and put one on each hand. “Those were dipped in wolf’s bane.” I heard Malachi through my earpiece.

Maddie and I ignore him; she smirks at me before she grabs a chair and sits to the side of the room where all her ranks are standing and waiting on instructions. I move to the table of instruments on the other side of the room and look over everything they have. I have no idea what most of these items are or what they do. So, I just start picking them up, inspecting them, give a little fiddle here and there, then put them down. Jean-Claude seems to panic a little more, although he looks like he’s trying to disguise it, each time I pick something up. It’s kinda fun. Finally, I go basic with some brass knuckles on both hands. I know I throw a proper, intense punch. Add in the brass knuckles an