Madness Combat Hank Fanart Novels & Stories

Smooth and thick, soft and mocking. “Don’t,” the black wolf glared at it. “Okay!” The white one raised a paw in mock surrender. “That’s Blake,” Dante said, gesturing toward the white wolf. “My Zeta.” Beta is Adolphus. Zeta is Blake. Weird titles. Beta-Zeta. Sounds like some Greek alphabet mafia. I figured it meant they were his right-hand... wolves? Blake bowed to me, which felt surreal. “They’re my most trusted,” Dante added, his eyes boring into mine. “They won’t harm you.”

She seems nice and I wonder why she is doing what she is doing with the chairman. “What are you drawing?” one of the PE teachers, Hank, approach me and sit close to me. “Um, just sketching, ideas for new tattoos” I reply politely. “Cool, you’ve got many tattoos?” he asks and drinks his protein shake. “I’ve got a few” I reply. What is going on? “I’ve been thinking about getting some new ink too” he explains. Oh, okay. Maybe he’s just interested in tattoos. I don’t reply. This is a bit awkward. I know Hank is about Sebastian’s age and I have a feeling he’s gay. I hope he's not hitting on me. That would be se awkward.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

Hank’s face twisted into a crooked smile and he spat his blood over my face and cackled “Good luck” he laughed spitting out more blood. Dad stepped forward from behind me in his human from and grabbed Hank by the shoulders, with one swift movement he snapped his head forward, headbutting Hank. Dad let him go and his body fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, knocked out cold. “We didn’t come to play with the fucking man” he growled throwing me a t-shirt that was hanging on a chair. “Clean yourself off” he grumbled. He then turned to Spartan and pointed at Hank on the floor,

Sometimes, mind games messed them up more than actual violence. "Fuck you, Sanchez!" he growled. "What do you think, Marc?" I looked at the man standing next to me. His hands were clenched tightly, and his shoulders shook with anger, but he said nothing. He turned to me, his green eyes almost glowing with rage. "I agree." I nodded as if I could read Marc's mind. "I think we should give him a fighting chance." It's all about the hunt. That's what makes it so exciting and gets my blood pumping. I was raised in violence.

The armored vehicle was drowned out by tens of thousands of zombies. The monsters were squeezing and crashing against the defensive layers. The concussion grenade incessantly let off maddening noises, causing the zombies to be in a constant state of frenzy. The safe and wide space in the vehicle was now hell on earth. Jasmine covered her ears. She shouted hysterically, her body tumbling alongside the violently shaking vehicle, "Jason, you absolute b*stard! Turn this bloody thing off!" Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear.