Pixie And Brutus Novels & Stories

Lewis ran as though each step was his last, he could not bear to turn his head around as he was deathly afraid of something. A rustle came from behind, followed by a loud crack. Seven figures appeared before him and blocked his way. The leader of the group held a sword, full of killing intent, and stared down at Lewis pridefully. Lewis felt like an ant before the man, Linus. The other six were Puck’s personal envoy.

I shrugged my shoulders and remained standing, ignoring any thought. Damon frowned, his anger evident. Before he could speak, Zeeb interrupted. “Alpha Brutus, what are you aiming for now?” Zeeb asked in a hoarse voice. Alpha Brutus? So the man bothering me was an Alpha? How unfortunate. Zeeb's tone revealed his displeasure, similar to Damon's, but why were they engaging with him if they didn't like him? Perhaps it was because he was an Alpha. Alpha Brutus smiled unpleasantly. “I'm not aiming for anything.”

I dug them deep into Blondie's skin drawing out blood. "Stop it, Are you trying to kill her? You're sick, let her go." Braids cried out and Pixie cut hugged her. "Trying to kill her, no way, I'm not a murderer, I can be if I'm pushed to the wall but I'm not. I will let your friend go if you do something for me." "What is it?" Pixie cut asked, narrowing her eyes at me. She didn't look like the woman I had met twenty minutes ago.

Frankie gently explained. I stood up and said, “You’re right we need to shower and actually get clean and then go find Gideon. Wyntre was with him and Brutus when this happened,” I said suddenly remembering what had been going on before AA was killed. “Who is Brutus? Which pack is he from?” Frankie questioned. I laughed and said, “Did you notice that huge animal on the battlefield when that group of rogues was going to attack Rin?” Frankie nodded, “Yes, I noticed the bison on the battlefield which is strange because I have never seen one outside of Wyoming before.” Oh that would explain why I had never seen such an animal before, I thought to myself. “That bison was Brutus. He is a friend of

Flavius answered, not protesting, but with no strength in his voice. Unlike the powerfully built Greek, Flavius had a spot of trouble picking up the huge hammer. Not to look weak, he held it off the earth, firm and nodded for the men to hold the Pict in place. He swung the hammer, smashed it into the good shin of the Pict, and while the man screamed once more, the leg showed no damage. Porcius said, “Come along, Flavius. Swing harder. That didn’t make a bruise. Put some balls into it.”

I assume those are his kids' initials, or maybe his mate's. I pray to the Moon Goddess to save me from this wretched fate. I decide to take matters into my own hands. The Moon Goddess works in crafty and almost cunning ways, I do not have time for games. Brutus pulls out a lighter to heat the blade. Goodness gracious. "Brutus," my voice comes out weak and timid. His head snaps up. "Please don't do this." I beg. God, if Michael were here, he would feed off of this.

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

I whispered. Just when I thought all of my problems had come to an end, I forgot that I was still hiding from Brutus. "I saw your performance, and I must say, you are one interesting lady. I would love to know more about you." Brutus spoke calmly, but his words pierced my heart. "What performance?" Brutus chuckled as he opened a plate, took out a piece of fried pork, and threw it into his mouth. "The night of the ceremony." Wait what?

The Emperor helps Brixtius rise back up and keeps speaking, "My old friend! Are you enjoying Pompeii?" "Yes, my lord!" Brixtius replies jovially. Now, I can't tell if Brixtius is just kissing the Emperor's ass or is happy to see a "friend." I hope it is the latter. Because Brixtius's character has gone up a few more notches in my book. Maybe I can convince about the slave's tags? "And who might this lovely, young woman be?" I catch the Emperor glancing at me. "My lord, I present, Lady Jessa," Brixtius answers. Lady?

I welcome the ache that settles where his fist landed and chuckle. Brutus straightens up and turns to face me, slowly stalking over and tilting his head as he looks over my half naked body. He sniffs like a tough guy and tries to stand in an intimidating manner in front of me. My eyes flick to Maggie, who is finally becoming coherent, and I let out a sigh of relief, which only serves to piss Brutus off even more. “So you forced her to take your mark twice now,” he tsks. My eyes flick to his in anger. “Oh, you don’t like how that sounds, do you?”