Raging Brachydios Novels & Stories

Nahlela When Timi pitched me his ridiculous proposal or business arrangement or whatsoever at Chambo Masters, I got so angry and left. As I was stepping outside, a bike was just from dropping someone there so I took the bike and went home. When I heard a knock on the door, I thought it was one of my neighbours, so I opened the door without asking who it was. I was about slamming the door in his face but he blocked it with foot and then he let himself in. I wanted to unleash all my anger on him, I wanted to hit him, bite him, strangle and do anything and everything possible to inflict pain on him but I was normally not a violent person and most unfortunately, I didn’t even have the strength t

“Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.” Dimitri turned to face me, raising an eyebrow as he noticed my eyes on his. His eyes were gray, his hair was black, his jaw sharp, his face brutally handsome in a way that felt almost cruel. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, making him look more dangerous. His gaze moved over my bruised wrists, my split lip, my torn dress. And that was when my wolf surged so violently I almost gasped. Mate. Dimitri’s eyes said that he felt it too, and I forced myself, despite the pain and surprise, to look away.

Lars flew again, but much slower than before. "Go have your feast, this one's mine!" Axylia screeched. Brachyura wordlessly heeded his companion's crave and leapt off to the crowd, picking people off one by one. The cracking sound of bones as Brachyura's pincers got hold on the unfortunate people made Lars hot with anger again, but he couldn't move. Lars realized the salt on his afflicted leg accumulated, slowly crawling up to his thigh. He felt himself getting heavy and he was left to could only parry Axylia's flame darts. The weight of the salt intensified and soon he was left to only blocking.

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

“No master, a Dwarf cannot kill master” Broot strode over to his desk and pulled out an old, dusty cardboard box. “Yes, but a Dwarf can inflict pain” He opened the box and with deliberate care, took out a thirteen-inch piece of metal that looked like a thick tree branch. “No...” He pointed it at Kranky's chest.