Madness Combat Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

On his third marijuana cigarette by the time he gets back to the main headquarters, Hank's eyes are red and everyone just clears out of his path, not wanting to be the victim of a transfer of aggression which will not be nice at all. When it comes to Hank being angry and aggressive, it is explosive and a ton of people can get injured whether physically or emotionally at the same time with the venomous words or acts that he'll perform. This time, although his fists are clenched, he clenches the cigarette to his mouth and just takes the elevator alone to the top floor where Arielle is locked up.

He is an Eternal. Rak-Sha KingBorn, a big, burly, war torn wolf with extraordinary skills that borderline Legacy Wolves. He looked like a big old teddy bear, but was vicious if you backed him into a corner. His mercury stare was enough to submit even the strongest wolves, Animikii and Kitsune. Stasis sent him from the Veil along with Aries to sort out this trouble and assure Kitsune emerges. He has always been a fierce friend of Kitsune, as well as one of her most loyal protectors.

’ He replied. Bruce seemed disappointed, like he didn’t believe that Hannah would keep the information to her-self. When Scott asked me what our little private meeting was all about Hannah didn’t miss a beat, “oh, I just had a vision that Bruce beat you senseless for being nosey and I asked him to take it easy on you. You cant help that you’re a prying twat.”, she snapped at him dead pan. David our Beta burst out laughing and everyone else seemed to appreciate the break in tension.

He peers into my room as the nurses drag me out and carry me to one of the day rooms. The sunroom. All windows. Littered with board games and art supplies. “Stay here,” one nurse says, dropping me onto a cushioned wicker sofa. Another places tea and scones on a table beside me. “She never comes in here,” Hank says, following us. If I saw Hank on a TV show, I imagine he’d be my favourite. I think I’d find him too unhinged to take seriously, and I’d find him funny. I cope by pretending this is a show. A comedy. Nothing will hurt anyone. In reality, he’s my nightmare and I’m in hell.

Hank instantly let go of Amora and dodged the assault, but he didn’t let her out of his sight. “Who the hell are you?! How dare you touch our Young Madam!” Albert shouted angrily. Hank didn’t respond. His gun had been knocked away during the scuffle, so he lunged at Albert barehanded. The two clashed in a fierce brawl. “Ma’am, run!” Albert shouted as he started to struggle against Hank. It was clear he was no match for the man. Amora froze. But finally, she turned and began to flee again. Every time she heard the crack of bullets, she ducked instinctively before continuing her run.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

"W-What are you doing?" Madison answered, "I'm moving stuff…" Then, she threw the table straight at him. Hank ignored the pain in his foot and immediately jumped out of the way. The next second, the table landed right where he had been standing. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would've been knocked out cold. "You… You guys…" he stammered. How could they resort to violence? That wasn't fair! "Excuse me, coming through…" Sebastian had remained silent until now. He walked briskly over to Hank, then…

"But what if I want something ridiculous? Like, say, a life-sized statue of a flamingo?" Zandrei's grin widened into a genuine, unguarded smile that transformed his entire face. "Then I'll buy you a life-sized statue of a flamingo," he replied without missing a beat. "And I'll even help you find the perfect spot for it in the garden. Though, I draw the line at pink flamingos. Only silver or gold for my woman." Marceline's laughter grew and the sound was music to his ears. She felt a sense of lightness she hadn't experienced in a while. It was almost like the feeling of being truly seen and cherished.

Hank Stone, the ace of The Wolf’s Fang Squad, answered, “That’s right. This is one of our combat instructors from the Insurgent Trifecta, and a very capable powerhouse. With him around, Miss Bell’s safety is ensured.” Honestly, Hank was still a little sore from his previous run-in with Zayn, though he continued to be certain of Zayn’s invincibility. As Hank explained, the ace from Dragon’s Blood Squad, Grant Yates, nodded in support. Their preamble directed the foreigners’ attention to Zayn, which only served to highlight just how petite and lanky the young man was. There was not a shred of majesty or power in the way Zayn carried himself, so it did not take the foreigners long before they s

"If you take the initiative to please my mentor and me, maybe you'll get to enjoy a life of luxury still. Otherwise, you'll be locked up and slowly tormented as we please. Hahaha!" Natalie's expression was grim. Just as she tried to think of something she could do, Hank made his move. He came dashing straight at her. The two SS-ranked experts tried to stop him, but due to the poison, they couldn't do anything. Even their punches were weak and posed no threat to him. "Don't you dare get in my way!" Hank roared as he sent the two men flying. They could no longer suppress the poison. Their blood splattered everywhere as they crashed onto the floor, passing out.