Smash Brothers Pit Novels & Stories

Just as I’m about to respond, my designated mule of a stepbrother decides to interfere. “Holla…” he begins as he walks in, but then he switches to his usual asshole mode when he spots Bryan. “What the fuck are you doing here at this time? When every employee in America should be resting, you’re still working.” In one short sentence, he looks like he just stepped out of a UFC fight. His nose is bleeding, his lip is busted, his eyebrow is wounded, and there may be more injuries I can’t see right now. What the fuck happened to him?

My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder. I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

Aaron gritted his teeth. Liam and Aaron move toward each other and kick each other with their legs to their stomachs. The fight begins with the brothers. To Be Continued

Mason smirked as he stared at the two girls fighting with a mop to clean his room. When they got to his room, Ava and Sophia were surprised that the girl he was hooking up with had left and disappeared into the night. Now there was no obvious evidence that he brought a girl over. “What did you say twinkle star ?i can't hear you ”Mason teased while he leaned against the wall, crossing his ankles. There was nothing more entertaining than watching the two girls struggle with a mop. One happens to be his sister and one his sisters best friend who he admits has the nicest ass he has seen.

Chris, despite being outsized by his opponent, was clearly holding his own—and then some. I gasped as he landed a series of powerful punches, snapping the Beta’s head from side to side with two vicious hooks before sweeping the larger man’s legs out from under him. The Beta crashed to the ground with a pained grunt, only to be rocked by a vicious kick to the ribs that left him doubled over and wheezing. Chris towered over his fallen form, chest heaving, his eyes burning with that same molten intensity as before. But then, just as it seemed like the brutal tide had turned in our favor, chaos broke out. The Beta’s two friends split up; one went straight for Chris, and the other came for me.

Kieran Modric from the House of Rage had brutally killed seven contestants be Alpha Primus of Silver Crest. Asher Killian of the House of Lies had killed four to be Alpha Secundus. Everyone was surprised by his skills as a werewolf. In the Pit, the rule was to fight in werewolf form. When it was my turn, I had to face my first brother. He was an excellent fighter, trained by the best warriors of the Stone clan but he was no match for me. He had fought bravely but I gave him a swift death. I took my brother’s life. Then the Pit pitted me against my second brother. I took his life also. It was had been a very devasting thing to do but I pushed through.

“Don't be afraid. I'm sure your brother will be there and even though he's a jerk, he won't let any else that isn't him or Sean mess with you and I'll have your back. I guess she is right. My brother may like to make stupid remarks about me, but he only allows Sean to go along with it. If anyone else tries, he shuts them down hard. Last year he broke a boy's nose for calling me a tease. Hopefully tonight doesn't take a horrible turn.

He raked them across the door, leaving deep, angry gashes. I smiled bitterly from behind them, my soul hovering near. The warped door still bore the marks—claw marks—deep and ragged. My wolf had thrown herself against it again and again that suffocating night, lungs burning, paws shredded to the bone. But no matter how we begged or howled, the silver-laced door never budged. Not even a sliver of light broke through. Brothers… when you find my corpse, will you feel anything? Even a shred of guilt? Will you at least bury me beside our parents?

He always loved showing up when I was in the worst mood, just to twist the knife. “Harry, heard your brother smacked you around again.” He leaned against the doorframe, coffee in hand, his eyes drifting over the hem of my sweatpants. “Mr. Maxwell’s still using the same old methods to keep his little brother in line, huh?” I snatched the coffee from his hand, the cup burning hot against my palm, and snorted. “What the hell do you know?” Leaning against the doorframe, I flicked my lighter. The cigarette lit, smoke curling as I blew a ring straight into his face. “Getting hit means he cares. Getting scolded means he loves me. I’m fine.”

Without any more time to think, I’m thrown clear of the Star Bitten Brother. I skid over the dirt and I’m on my paws again. I let Sabre take control. The Brother might be huge and even a decent fighter, but he hasn’t made it his career to be a hunter and a killer.