I'll Catch A Grenade For You Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened in surprise as she brought out three black balls with metal pins in them. “What are these?” “Grenades, small but pack a mighty punch that kills people; they used it on us a lot,” she explained, her eyes glazed with coldness when recalling the moment of Hayden’s death. “El,” he mutters, but she shakes her head in response. “—This will be our signal in; without the lighthouse, no more backup can be called; we need to take them out; after the grenade is thrown, that will be a signal.” She assures.

Brianna whispered on her mic. Just as she was about to look up the stairs again after looking around her surroundings, something flying caught her sight. Without even thinking, she shot as it and it blew in the air. Creating a deafening sound. It was a high explosive grenade. Had it landed closer to her or Tatum's spot, they would have died if not fatally wounded. But as they were behind a pillar and the grenade blew in the mid-air, the shrapnels landed everywhere but nothing hit the two.

“We just walked into Marcella’s welcome gift.” Isabella gritted her teeth, scanning the battlefield. They were outnumbered, but not outmatched. Leo locked eyes with her. “We need to get out. Now.” She reloaded her gun, determination burning in her chest. “Not yet.” Dante raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You have a death wish now?” Isabella smirked. “Just trust me.” She pulled a grenade from her belt, pulled the pin, and threw it toward the main storage area. The explosion rocked the building.

Where the hell was Alessia? And then I heard the sound of rubber on gravel. I turned around, heart hammering now, just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure speeding toward me on a bicycle with his face masked. And I knew what was coming before I saw it. His hand flicked in my direction, and something flew out. It was small, metallic and round. And even though I couldn’t see clearly, instinct told me exactly what it was. A grenade. I didn't think. I fucking ran, just as the grenade hit the ground and bounced once.

he cries, trying to run to us. “Come on.” Zade ignores him and takes my hand in his paw. He pulls me out with him, when the man tries to walk past him, he shoves him back. He waits till we’re outside then he turns to the other man. “Do you have one of tho—” “Got it.” The man cuts him off. He pulls out a grenade and throws it into the place. Before it could go off, Zade presses the button again and we watch the place close back up, shutting off the man’s scream.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid and did this just because I’m mad.” “But then why –“ Almost precisely as if I timed it this way, a hard knock comes at the door. Rafe goes quiet as we all turn towards it. “That will be for me,” I say with a sigh, standing up and smoothing my hands down over my uniform before starting off for it. “Ari,” Rafe says, standing up and starting along with me. But I turn back to him as I reach the door, putting a hand out towards my brother. He goes still. “My grenade, Rafe,” I say quietly. “My fallout. I’ll handle this.”

Wade saw the black cylinder I was holding through the cams. He had no idea what it was, but fear drove him to speak, his voice cracking. "What's that in your hand? Put it down, Jason!" I ignored the mongrel. I held the concussion grenade with one hand and pulled the safety pin off with the other. The digital countdown shrieked across the battlefield. "If you're sending me to hell, then I'd like to have some company." I clenched my teeth and poured all my remaining power into my legs. I could feel the muscles in my thighs scream as I rocketed into the air and landed on the roof of the ten-foot vehicle.

We were alive—for now. But then, “Ah!” Realizing I almost lost my mother, anger surged through me like the flames of hell, my eyes cold with venom. “This son of a bitch…” I raised my head toward the direction the bomb came from. Standing at the center of the field was the Last General, holding an M67 grenade launcher. “Bastard,” I muttered, standing up. He smirked and raised the gun again, pointing it in my direction. I was ready to dodge it, hell, I was more than prepared because right now I was a different breed. But when he suddenly fired the grenade, it wasn't in my direction.

I looked around me to see if there was anything I could use. My eyes widened and I gasped when I saw something inside the potted plant next to me. There were three small grenades in the potted plant and I picked two up. I wouldn't waste my time wondering how they got here. If God was trying to help me, who was I to question. I strategically mapped out how I was going to effectively use two bombs and keep one for emergencies. I threw one in the direction of the house entrance and waited. “What's that?" I heard one of them asking as he walked lazily to the grenade. “Damien! Matteo! Oscar, it's a code blink!” He yelled as his teammate and two of the guards at the forest opening rushed to meet h

“You think this is over? My father will burn your world to ash—your family, your loved ones, everyone!” Her trembling hand, slick with blood, reached into the bag slung across her body, pulling out a hand grenade. Gasps rippled through the group—her men, Aidan’s, even the priest—everyone stepping back instinctively, eyes locked on the explosive. Leandro raised his rifle, his aim steady on her. “You’ll get no happy ending, Aidan,” Marionne rasped, her body swaying as she forced herself to stay upright. With a final surge of strength, she took two staggering steps forward, yanked the pin, and hurled the grenade toward the abandoned house.