Madness Combat Hank X Tricky Novels & Stories

Just as we were about to leave after coloring the tops of the trees in hues of purple and green, Hank was standing there with an eerie smile glaring at them once more. Linda's heart did an odd little pirouette before resuming its normal rhythm. "Great, you again." She half-smiled, scrambling for the wry humor that always seemed to bubble forth in the face of danger. "What's the matter, Hank? Lost your nose in a fight with a particularly fierce shadow?" Hank's grin faded, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. "Thought you could get away, huh?" Stephanie thrust the inebriated rogue between them like a shield. "Let's not get testy, Hank. Look, we even brought a peace offering!" The drunken rogue

I laugh under my breath because it is either that or tear something apart with my hands. “Spread out,” I shout. “Do not chase. Hold your lines.” Something drops from the roof and I twist and catch it mid air and we hit the ground hard and roll. He smells wrong and foreign and scared and trained and he slashes for my throat. I headbutt him instead and feel bone crunch and he screams and that is it for him. I snap his neck and shove his body aside and I am already moving again.

Trinity argued, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis. “Lets just take this down a notch? Trinity, Nico, and Rico. Go get some air, but stay close. It sounds like we need to diffuse ourselves more than we need to be fighting. It’s been a long 3 weeks, and everyone is tense. Just breathe, our wolves heal fast, remember?” Scythe said, the smile on his face betraying how he really felt. _--_--_

“Why can’t you just talk like a gentleman if you have something to say? We’re all teammates and companions! Why did you have to use your fists?” “Pfft!” Hank glanced at Quentin, who was reprimanding him, and sneered, “What do I have to say to you? Don’t you know what you have done? You still have the guts to tell me that we’re companions? I wouldn't call you sellouts my companions!” Quentin had a gloomy expression and a rather terrifying aura. Kaden and the other guests could not say anything. After all, they were wrong in the first place for transferring the danger to Hank and Sienna.

Hank was trying to find the right word to describe the force of nature they had just seen. “Fucking amazing!” Xan said with a smirk. Hardly anyone had the guts to stand up to him, the fearsome Triad Clan leader; but his Fire Sprite did. Men had pissed themselves in front of him. He wanted in a woman that could tell him straight when he was wrong. That is what his clan needed in a Phoenix and what he needed as a Man. “OK!" Hank said surprised. Who was he to question young love? it was not surprising she had a temper considering who had Grandfather was.

That was probably the last time that he had taken a shower too. “Suck me off.” Rachelle looked at his half hard dick that hadn’t been washed in days. Roughly he grabbed her hair. “Is there a problem?” she swallowed hard and shook her head. “Good.” He forced her mouth to his dick. He heard a motorcycle, and he knew who it was. It was the other tattooed bastard. The one that would come by in the middle of the night and just sit with his wife. Hank hated that man. Hank tightened his grip on Rachelle’s hair and forced her further down around his cock. She sputtered and gagged but never fought him. She knew better.

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,

"Hah! No wonder why you were so calm. You are a martial arts practitioner. But if you think you can walk out of here unscathed…" Ivan's disparaging smile returned to his lips. Hank himself was a martial arts partitioner, with a formidable record of taking down 30-odd opponents with a knife—a specialty kitchen knife for vegetables, whether hard-skinned items or leafy greens. His performance history was no joke. Sure enough, Hank stood up and stretched his shoulders as he stalked over to Felix. "You're dead!" He threw out his right fist quickly and powerfully. Felix's lack of response in this timeframe was within his expectations. He knew his own strength well.

“What’s wrong? Not happy about it? Suck it up!” Hank said without even looking at Harry, “You useless shit. You’ve been playing with him for so long and he’s still fine. I said it before, it’s better to use your fist to deal with this kind of simple-minded retard than to use your words. Beat him to his knees and he’ll submit.” He then rolled his sleeve up and stared at Kaze. Hank was taller and stronger than the others. Even his shirt could barely contain his bulging muscles underneath.