Smash Brothers Pit Novels & Stories

I growled loudly before yelling for silence and immediately everyone stopped except Stormie who punched her brother, the only sound being the smack of her fist against his skin and of him falling over a chair. I rubbed his temple before continuing. “I know I am going to regret this but Stormie please explain,” I said watching her. She growled at her brother as he picked himself and the chair up before sitting down and rubbing his jaw where she hit him. She put her hands up to her temples and spoke through the link.

The Beckham Brothers POV Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news. "I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.

Chase said, “Could it be that… I’ll tell you something else. Out of the six major powerful families made up of the Osborns, Tinsleys, Friths, Millers, Wolfendens, and Killicks, only the Osborns and Friths employ smashers. “If someone reshuffles the family situation in Skyspring, it’s highly possible that the four other families without smashers will be taken over.” Kayson asked, “How many smashers are there in Skyriv?” “There are four I know of and one that I’m not so sure about. On the other hand, this precise one is going to be the most troublesome you’re about to face in the near future…” Chase heaved a sigh and said, “Ezekiel ‘Tre-strike’ Turner is going to be a warlord soon without a do

Then he pushed one glass toward me. "I smell sadness on you," he said softly. "This whiskey might make you feel better." I looked at the glass for a moment, then back at him and gave a small smile. "Yes," I answered honestly. "I was just kicked out of my pack." There was no pity on his face. Instead, there was a faint smile, as if my confession interested him. "I see." He leaned back on the sofa, one arm resting casually, but his presence still felt dominant. "The problem I mentioned earlier is about three Alpha brothers."

We were in their territory and it's weird for them to hear a man calling me an Alpha. "My apologies, may I know if you want him here, sir?" he asked. I scowled and let out a deep sigh, looked like I had no choice after all, "let him in," I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him.

"Just one little punch." "I would barely feel it." Rurik chuckled, flexing his hands against the chair arms. "So you're Charlotte's infamous brothers." "Infamous? Only to some." Damien's expression didn't bode well, but he kept calm, whereas Jason looked ready to explode. "Guys, I don't mean to interrupt," a dark-haired man in the corner of the room said, "but he'll be getting his strength back any minute now. Should we dope him up again?"

Beatrice stuck out her tongue, apologizing, “Sorry, Al, I just got carried away. As for the forums, you know Ethan. He’s always been into new things. Even though some of the girls hate human stuff, they’d overlook that just to get close to the twins.” “I didn’t even know the Nelson brothers had that much charm,” I said, self-deprecatingly. “Sure, the girls want to be future Lunas, but the twins are still in training. They’re nowhere near as attractive as the seniors who’ve already inherited the Alpha titles, right?”

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

It was raw, overwhelming, scorching everything in its path. Stepbrother moved with machine precision, his overlays guiding every strike, every dodge. His attacks weren’t just effective—they were absolute, dismantling his enemies with ruthless clarity. And me—I felt the strings surge, snapping outward, binding the guardians with such force that stone cracked under the pressure. I didn’t pull carefully. I didn’t measure. I *ripped*. The courtyard became a storm of violence. And we didn’t stop. --- The guardians fell, one after another, their stone bodies shattering, their blank faces breaking into dust.

The ride in the SUV was silent. The brothers kept taking glances at me and I avoided all eye contact. As we pulled up by the school I was ready to come out and find Nova. “Relax sweet cheeks.” Draven smirked as he slung his shoulder around mine. “No need to rush or hurry away. You’re with us remember?” “You want to be seen with me?” I watched them like they had grown multiple heads. “What kind of dumb question is that?” Thorne raised a brow. “You belong to us or were we not clear?”