Madness Combat Hank X Tricky の小説・ストーリー

Brody led a team to grill Daniel, while Elvis, hauling Hank, shadowed Howard and Nevaeh to the council chamber. "Sir!" They had barely settled into their seats when Yoel and Dragon barged in. Dragon, after a quick nod to Howard, zeroed in on Hank. "So this is Citrakuta punk? Got a death wish, coming to Rackaham and causing trouble. Doesn't know when he's out of his league!" Mid-rant, he booted Hank, sending him sprawling across the floor. His fiery temper was on full display. "Ah!" Hank's cry of agony sliced through the air. He scrambled to his feet, pleading, "Please... no more... I admit it... I was wrong..."

When Rowais reached him, he dodged to one side and stretched out one leg. Rowais was tripped and rolled several rounds on the ground before he stopped rolling. The members of Golden Wolf Mercenary burst into mocking laughter. "You piece of trash, wanna fight again? You can't beat me even if I stand here. You'll always be a coward." Hank taunted directly. Rowais stood up slowly, roared, and rushed forward again. Hank gripped Rowais's fist with his big hand and shook it away as if he were playing a Cat and Mouse game.

Hank’s face twisted into a crooked smile, he then spat his blood over my face and cackled. “Good luck” he laughed spitting out more blood. Dad stepped around me in his human form 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,

"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.

“Listen here, you little bitch…” That was it. That was the very moment I lost every ounce of grace I’d managed to muster for these people on McKenzie’s behalf. I pulled McKenzie back, and, just as I was about to set her aside and knock the stuffing out of Hank, Hoot stormed over and gave Hank a punch to the gut. I could tell what Hoot had done could have felled thirty men. Concentrated just on Hank? The beer-bellied, balding bastard went down like a sack of potatoes, groaning and holding his stomach.

His eyes were red, madness flickering in his gaze. Julia, seeing his expression, shrank back, her voice trembling. "N-Norman…" Norman strode up to her and wrapped his hand tightly around her slender neck. "Julia! Didn't I tell you that you can do whatever you want as long as you never touch my Cindy? Cindy is everything to me! What did you do to her? Tell me, or I'll make sure to turn your life into a living hell!" Julia couldn't breathe, patting desperately at his hand.

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

she said quietly, “you seem to be a stubborn mutt.” Hank frowned, caught off guard by her words. But Mirena, a faint smile touched her lips as she continued. “Do you need more training, Weedy?” The question made Hank’s brows twitch. For a second, anger flashed across his face, then a chuckle slipped past his lips—but there was no humor in it. He stepped forward, looming, his expression dark and heavy. “Woman,” he said coldly, “do you have a death wish?” Mirena met his gaze without the slightest tremor.

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.