Smash Brothers Pit Novels & Stories

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

SpeedBlade: Screaming as I push myself off the ground, I jump into the air and pull back JumpStart's stun batons. Heavy Metal blocks his arm, he tries to punch me but using my speed, I run out of the way. "Oh no," I say, tapping the batons against each other. "Something is wrong. They're not working. Wait, what did my brother tell me? Something about switching and buttons." I examine the batons, but I don't see anything like switches or buttons.

I need him feeling confident in his ability to win this match between us . ‘Boss, the air has cleared,’ Fletcher comments through the link. ‘The second wave has made it inside, and advancing as planned.’ Getting the confirmation I needed, I buck my hips with as much force as I can muster. My left fist making contact right underneath his ribcage in a well-timed punch. Enjoying the look of shock painting Cain’s face, I rip off the face mask, tossing it to the side, hurrying to my feet. It doesn’t take long for my brother to join me, and throwing the first punch like always.

Aiden said. “That doesn’t make it okay.” I dug my nails into my palms. “They deserve to know I’m alright. That I’m safe. They should know that I didn’t just abandon them after everything they…” I had to stop, to take a breath before I continued, “I owe them that much.” My brothers looked at each other, before Liam turned to me with a solemn expression. “Humans aren’t allowed in Silverwood.” “I know.” “And it’s a rule that was set there for a reason, for our security and theirs too…”

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

“I can’t see it, so show me!” He yelled out in frustration, and his next punch went straight to the wall. I had never seen him so angry and fierce. He punched the wall and screamed again. Now, I could hear not just frustration in his screams, but also pain. Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep hurting his brothers, knowing full well his father wouldn’t let him go for that? And now he was hurting himself too? He punched the wall again, causing a tear in it. He was going to punch again when I rushed in front of him, not caring if he might actually hit me. Fortunately, he was quick to stop himself, and he just froze in that position, staring into my eyes.

I turn around fast. But it is not Rham. It is Clay Jasperfang. He is Rham’s older brother. He is very tall and built like a dark wall. People call him the rogue prince because he always breaks the rules and has a dangerous aura around him. He does not look like a soft prince. He looks like a lethal warrior who knows how to fight and win. His jaw is sharp, and his dark leather vest fits tight across his broad shoulders. His eyes are pitch black, sharp, and full of trouble.

"I was told the Thorne brothers were the pillars of the North. Surely you can push harder than that." ​Ryker’s eyes flared silver. "You asked for it!" ​The four brothers attacked in a coordinated frenzy. It was a masterpiece of violence, a whirlwind of claws, kicks, and strikes. Yet, to Elara’s disbelief, Caleb didn't throw a single punch. He blocked, he parried, and he deflected. He moved with a "Grounded" efficiency, his feet never leaving the center of the circle. Every time a brother hit him, they were the ones who winced, as if they were punching a wall of solid obsidian.