Madness Combat Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

Donald spat out giving Hank a sinister glare. Being left alone with his men, Hank trembled in mixed humiliation and rage while his sharp eyes focused on Elite Donald. “I can pay you more than whatever is your pay grade if you let me get out of this.” He mumbled, and seeing that bribery wasn’t working, he tried intimidation, “You are not leaving this place alive!” He grumbled out before the whole room went dark which caught Donald off guard. “Kill him, boys!”

The scar under his left eye still puckered when it rained. Through the cafeteria’s mucus-green windows, his shadow stretched across the asphalt—a grotesque marionette cut from Confederate flags and bad decisions. The truck’s bumper sticker glared fresh in the noon sun: “Proud Parent of an Honor Roll Student.” Louise’s idea of a joke. Hank stepped out, boots crunching gravel like bones. The belt buckle winked at me, its brass stars warped from years of splitting skin. *Constellations of pain.* My ribs throbbed in agreement.

I have a few scars caused by this fucking thing. The door opened, and the same man as before, Hank, marched down. He was older, fatter, even more gross looking now. Time has not been kind to him. As he went to stomp past me, I quickly stepped out of his way to avoid that disapparating feeling. He leaned over Zee’s body and smacked her across the face a couple of times.

"You look like a joker." "Ji Won, these are my wings... Oink! Oink!" Hana imitates and makes sounds like a pig. "I am Mimo, the flying pig." "I hate that pig." Ji Won yells, "Why are you copying that cartoon pig? You are annoying me." "You irritate me more than I can irritate you." Hana crosses her arms defiantly. "You are always nagging me when I am playing with others." "You play with boys all the time and get hurt easily." Ji Won copies her action and crosses her arms. "You are bad at sports."

"Franklin? Your old boss?" Sara nodded. "Yeah, and it gets even better. He's Nova Carter's fiancé now." Madison's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "No way. What was he like?" Sara's face scrunched up in distaste. "He was his usual creepy self. He made me uncomfortable the whole time, and at one point, he even touched my thigh." Madison's eyes flashed with anger. "What? That's disgusting." Sara nodded, her face still twisted in disgust. "I know, right? And then he had the nerve to offer me the job. But I wasn't having it. I threw a hot cup of coffee on him and told him I wasn't interested in the job."

says Kat as she places her tiny hand on my arm. I shift back and slip on some shorts before embracing her. I let her scent take me over to calm Apollo. I did not see this coming. I didn’t expect my enemies within and outside my pack to be working together. “Hank has disappeared. He has been working with Dark Forest all along.” “Okay well, minor set back. But that doesn’t mean he wins. James has lost his pack and he only has a few followers. Hank is a weak lycan and who knows. Maybe James will get annoyed with him.”

The sand beneath them darkened with gore, and the crowd howled like they were having their first shifts. My lungs locked. My skin iced. I swallowed hard, bile rising. “HANKU! HANKU! HANKU!” the crowd chanted, a mob drunk on madness. I watched and stiffened, my heart lodging suddenly in my throat. Him – Hanku, as they called him, was raising the body again. With a loud roar, he stretched. “RAAAARRR!!” The dead alpha’s limbs popped, bones distending grotesquely. Hanku’s muscles bulged, his skin tightening like an overdrawn bowstring. Then...

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

In the living room, I saw a door that I did not know where it was going, so I opened that door without thinking and went inside. I raised my eyes as I entered the room. I was stunned to see Sanam drinking alcohol but a cracking sound grabbed my attention suddenly. My lips parted as his condition was…...too bad! His eyes were totally red as if he wanted to kill someone right now. His sleeves were rolled up, reaching his elbows and showing his muscled and tattooed arms. It was the first time I noticed a tattoo on his left forearm. It was like an aesthetic design of a compass and an arrow was passing through it. Something was also written around and it was carved very meticulously.

Julie watched them nervously, phone in hand. "Max, my man!! So glad I met you here," Hank said. He was a terrifying man. His body and face were heavily scarred as if they were evidence of some war he had been in. "And who might you be?" Hank turned his attention to me. "She's nobody!" Another vandal whispered something to Hank. His eyes widened. "Ah, is this the little bird I keep hearing about rolling around town with you, Max? What a gorgeous little girl! So fragile, so breakable," Hank said, his smile disappearing slowly as he said each word. The last few words sounded like a threat.