Mauler Twins Invincible Novels & Stories

“I’ll kill them!” “No, it’ll never stop with them,” I said as I opened my locker to put my books inside and take out another. “Let’s just go to class.” As we leave the classroom I stayed behind to fix the shoelace that had somehow broken in half, as I walked out I bumped into the burly chest of Oliver. I instinctively dropped my things, and my head immediately looked up at the chiseled features of the twins standing on one side of one another. Their black curly hair had wisps of red and their green eyes like their sister's were bright. They were the tallest in school at 6’8 no one dared mess with them except their baby sister. I wasn’t tall I happen to come up to the bottom of their chest, a

“Who do you want me to kill, boss?” There was a pause; a sinister pause filled with satisfaction. “I want the twins dead.” The world stopped. I blinked rapidly, confused. The twins…. Surely he didn't mean… “The twins?” I croaked, hoping I'd misheard him. “Like the twins?” “Yes. The Volkov twins. Ivan and Nikolai. I want their heads.” I stared into the dark street. Was he fucking insane? The Volkov twins were untouchable. Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable.

Not a single woman left the bed unhappy, unsatisfied, or unwilling to make a return trip. It wasn’t until Drake and Dux had patched in to the MC that their skills became useful for more than just introducing a woman to the absolute joy of being soundly fucked by two attentive, attractive men at the same time. The former Road Devils President, Wheels Jordan, had noticed their abilities, and had immediately handed them the roles of Enforcers, backing up Ice when there were some heads to kick in; the twins had been ass-kickers who were also brilliant interrogators. They managed to get confessions and information through asking the right questions and beating people’s faces in.

A storm of continuous punches rained over the shocked twins and when they tried to retaliate with hidden purple flames, the Red Team boys managed to evade the deadly balls of fire miraculously that were so well hidden in the palms of the twins such that the human naked eye could never see ! When the twins tried another round of their cheap wolf tactics, the Red Team boys suddenly moved their arms in a circular motion and leaped up high while maintaining perfect momentum and somersaulted to kick the nasty faces of the Draven twins who looked up in awe and disbelief only to get knocked out unconscious by the perfectly executed mid air attack. “AAAAHHHH,” the twins screamed with their teeth bul

One was a gigantic blond Scandinavian type with icy-blue eyes that were visible even from this distance, terrifying in his size and demeanor as he surveyed the front of the building; the other two were both dark-haired and they were – wait a minute – they were identical. Twins? Twin motorcycle club pricks? The one twin was face-down in a van and he was clearly hurt; Michael rejoiced to see a large pool of blood staining the back of the man’s jeaned thigh. The other twin was talking to the viking holding Iris, and he looked tense. Michael hoped hard that his brother had massive internal injuries and died a slow and agonizing death.

Rather than slaughter or mass murder, it was more fitted to call these tragedies a total human annihilation. Maverick threw a disgusted look on the other twin, who is staring at him from the big bed, warped in a blanket. The older twin never once cried. Instead, his brown doe eyes curiously scanning the man in front of him. As if he is etching Maverick's profile deep into his brain. The older twin had the same hair color as his mother, the color of untainted snow. The one who inherited Athena's blood can be identified through their hair. Which explained Maverick's intense hatred towards him.

He looks down at me waiting for me to say what he said earlier, but I'm a stubborn bitch and refuse to let this man think he can do this and I will play along with him, that is never going to happen. He must see my defiance burning in my eyes as he rears back and slaps a hand across my face I can feel the sting and my face beginning to swell from his hit but I won't let this break me. He slaps me again and I let my head fall forwards so I dot have to look at him any longer, I know the twins won't leave me because we do have a mate bond and if that wasn’t real we wouldn’t feel what we do for one another and this motherfucker won't make me feel any differently about it. He's seething with ange

Nathara nodded. “The wild? Raise them yourself? Hold on, hold on,” I scoffed, digesting her words. “If I am pregnant as you claim, you best believe I will not deliver my twins in this hell hole neither will I give them up for you and your claws to train, okay? Now, is this meeting over or you still have more stupid things to say?” “Audacious yet naive. Excellent combination.” Blake laughed as I made my way out. What the hell actually? How can they sit there like that knowing that I know that they killed Marie?

“We have been prepared to attack at the least expected moment.” “The T-Vir, wolf tribe, and the sudden invasion at Bulteo’s secret base!!!” He connected the dots as easily as that. “Bingo!” She winked. “Wow…” Malikul applauded, eyes fixated on him, staring at him hard enough to puff Mawla’s chest. “Y’all are wilder than I had expected.” Mawla hit his chest as he described the war. “We are no joke. We aren’t afraid of death and are only focused on capturing as many elves and buffalo as we can.”

“We’re healers. She might need healers. You two are going to follow her around growling at furniture. We actually have useful skills.” “I can heal emotional wounds too,” Mara added proudly. “Mostly by insulting people until they forget they were sad.” I coughed to hide my laugh, but Kane saw it and gave me a warning look. I immediately pretended innocence, which fooled no one. The twins were not laughing though. Their eyes were bright and stubborn, and I could tell they had rehearsed this argument on the way here. They looked smaller than usual standing in front of Kane and Asher, but not weak. Never weak. These girls had watched too much chaos, survived too much danger and loved too fiercel