Smash Brothers Pit Novels & Stories

Iris’s POV Easton Andersen, the future Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, my big brother, will be back home today. I was informed by Noah, the son of our Beta David, also Easton’s close friend. Hmm..Of course, I don’t believe he is here for Olivia’s birthday party, that’s my mother, not his. When I last saw him was 2 months ago, and the last words I got from him were" Fuck off".He hates Olivia, and he hates me, even though I thought he loved me three years ago.

"Dad is rotting in a federal penitentiary and he's never getting out. I did that. I took down Lord Colby myself. Don't ever fucking underestimate me." "Oh come on, brother. We don't have to fight." He grinned. "I really am not here to hurt your girl." He dragged out the words. Made them sound dirty. "Your girl. It sounds so fucking pathetic. But I guess that's your thing now. And I don't judge. I just need you to give us what we want." "So you can restart the Pit." "Damn straight, brother." "You want to start up the Pit? Go ahead and do it. I won't be in your way. But I'm not going to let you use Mom to do it."

They were childhood sworn brothers who were wearing the same fierce and murderous look on their faces. "Yes, Young Master!" SWoosh. One of them named Chris, the oldest of the four, immediately sprang into action, swinging his fist towards Jate Woods's face. Jate chuckled and raised his fist to throw a punch back. Bam! Both their fists collided. A series of cracking sounds followed. The bones in Chris's arm shattered, and his arm became twisted at an awkward angle. Chris's let out a shriek of pain as he flew backwards. Almost simultaneously, his three other brothers lunged forward to attack Jate Woods together. Baam! Baam! Baam!

I gave him a sadistic smile and a salute. I sat down on a chair opposite them. "Entertain me boys and remember, I will deliver the last hit" I say while smiling. They start beating up the brothers. My smile gets wider every time I hear the punch and kick deliver to the brothers. I signal my men to stop when I notice that the brothers are barely awake and breathing.

"You want me to bow down? Who do you think you are? I can smell the plebby smell on your body even though I am this far from you." Alexander smiled coldly and cussed at Brother Cain. "What the f*ck, is this guy’s brain broken? He dares to swear at Brother Cain?" "Yeah, Brother Cain is the boss of the Zero-Degree Bar after all. Everyone who crossed him is now disabled." "Rumor says, Brother Biao won second place in a boxing competition. His fist has the force of 100kg." People around them were all discussing and looked at Alexander with eyes of ridicule. In their eyes, if they crossed Brother Cain, then they would not have a good ending. This crazy guy, even if he didn’t die, he would lose a

“No one’s going to open that door. If you want out of this cage, you’ll have to kill me.” Big Guy turned, face swollen and bloody. He tried his best. Soon I had him in a choke hold, and then I smashed his face against the cage. Once. Twice, and then over and over again. I couldn’t fucking stop. I needed to crush something. “Tristan” Smash. “Tristan!” Smash. A hand gripped my shoulder and ripped me backward. I released the bloody pulp and stared at Damian. His face was splattered with small red dots. Blood.

Boaz voices, "and you’ve got her locked for life.” "Shit." I grunt. "Deep shit." Boaz smirks. “So, either you two have a badass plan, or you’re screwed.” I glance at him. “Technically, you’re screwed too. Remember, you helped her break out.” He places a hand on his chest and pretends to be shocked. “Right. ‘Cause you promised me command over the night shifters. Better have a way to get them back from your brother, or else…” “Else what?” I chuckle.

Third Person Point of View Gerald and Gary thought they'd misheard. Murder? Before they could react, Zachary punched them. "You monsters! I'll kill you today!" Fueled by rage, he slammed Gerald to the floor, raining blows with unrestrained fury. Gary rushed forward to intervene, but Zachary's kick sent him crashing into the corner. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Eventually, the police stepped in and dragged Zachary away. Only then did the brothers exhale in relief.

He just needed to be in control and punish Asher properly for fucking disobeying him so he swiped his hand over his phone again, increasing the intensity of the toy's thrust. "Ohhh!" Asher moaned, quickly covering it up by throwing himself into a bout of coughs. He slammed at his own chest, cursing at Zane under his breaths. Zane could barely hide his grin. Oh how he was going to humiliate his brother today. “Mm,” he whispered. “That one’s my favorite. Right on your prostate, isn’t it?” “F-Fuck you,” Asher muttered through gritted teeth, shifting in his seat with a helpless squirm.

That silence told me he knew I was right. I pocketed my phone and rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the gnawing itch under my skin. Every second wasted here meant Blackfang was one step ahead. And if Dante was with him… My brother crossed his arms, tilting his head. “So what’s the plan? Are we going into the North Pole like for another fight? Because newsflash, Damien, it’s not just rogues out there. There are also killers in that North pole and the hunters live there real killers and they despise us more than anything ”