Ron Got Splinched Novels & Stories

“You have forgotten that the very air you breath is by my grace.” I watched in horror as Orion’s neck exploded into hot fleshy bits. His head bounced and rolled towards Saturn who stopped it with his foot and then with merely a force crushed Orion's head.

The entire pack had been subjected to a new system of power, which actually is not new but a restoration of the old power. Lukas Briston was like a wounded squirrel sitting in a corner waiting for someone to rescue it. He had lost a few teeth and his cheeks were swollen and had dried blood at the sides of his mouth. His robe was soaked with blood that has not fully dried up. His eyes were red and he appeared dejected. His wife Brenda was seated at a corner, on the bare floor. Laura had been brought in, she sat on the floor beside her mother and never stopped to throw glances at the man sitting at the feet of Fred Wilson.

Orion grinned as if he had just won a prized pig making me shiver in disgust but he mistook it as delight. Orion barely took a step back, intending to unlock his car when the sound of something quickly slicing through the air had my hackles rising. A beat later, blood splattered onto my face and clothes paired with brain matter. Orion's hand clutched mine with wide eyes that drained of life as he fell to his knees and then awkwardly leaned against his car.

Without a single word, the entire roster scrambled, grabbing their gear in a panicked rush and tearing out the back doors toward the showers to escape Orion’s fury. Within ten seconds, the heavy doors slammed shut. A deep silence fell over the room. It was just the two of us left in the wreckage of the scent explosion. Orion turned back to me slowly, his chest heaving beneath his dark jersey. He didn't hesitate. He dropped heavily to his knees on the floor right between my legs, his large, calloused hands locking onto my bare hips with a bruising grip. He pulled my trembling body forward until I was pinned directly against him.

Then he moved quickly… just as Nero's snout is about to hit his neck, he lowered his head slightly and made the pair of sharp jaws just hit his arm, this is his chance! As Nero's teeth pressed into his arm, and attempted to tear Ronan apart. He moved and quickly planted his teeth in Nero's wolf neck, he twisted and now instead brought Nero under… he hit Nero who had both jaws embedded in his arms. The more Nero wanted to let go… the bigger the tear in his neck. This is what he expected…. Nero rebelled and made the wolves lose even more blood. He tore it apart… fast… until the alpha's neck is severed.

I snap. This is chaos. Exactly what they wanted. But they made one mistake. They think I’ll hesitate. I won’t. Because she’s in here. And nothing matters more than that. We push deeper inside. The building opens up, shadows shifting, footsteps echoing… Then… A shot rings out. Different. Closer. Ronan… I turn just in time to see him stagger. “Fuck…” he grunts, dropping slightly as his hand goes to his side. Blood. My chest tightens.

Grimm said as he took a stone and stuffed it under the right front wheel. Sven walked to the side and picked up a square brick. After he put the brick away, he looked up and saw the dense triangular nails on the wheels. “What is this?” Sven reached out his hand and picked at it. Bang! Without any warning, there was an explosion. The left front wheel exploded instantly. Under the strong air pressure, more than a dozen triangular nails shot out from the nail gun and shot at Sven’s face. “F*ck!” “What on earth is going on? What happened?”

Gritting his teeth, Sloan held on with everything he had. Scratches to his forearm caused Sloan's skin to gush blood, but he didn't give in to the pain. He refused to let go. Using his other arm to secure his grip, Sloan squeezed. The alien hamster backed up into the mirror wall, but Sloan knew from death number two that those were not glass.

I’ll have a nice vertical scar if I survive my fun rounds with these two. Jonathan steps up, and with two hands, he rears back and swings his mallet. Metal hits metal as it rings through the room. Darkness blossoms in my eyes as my femur fractures like a fucking branch in a storm. It splinters, every nerve in my bone crying out as it rips from its other half, and I open my mouth to breathe and fail.

Greta's attack infuriated Noah. When Gwen heard the bone crack, she jerked her body in response. Noah let go of Greta and took a step back as she battled to get to her feet. He flashed a wolfish grin of victory across his lips as he did so. Her leg had been damaged, and she was bleeding profusely.