Voice Of Knuckles Novels & Stories

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

He looks back up and the cop runs outside. "Now, are any of you going to own up to what you did?" Knuckles sing he walks up to the first guy in the middle and rips of the tapes and the guy grunts. He looks to be in his late thirties, dark brown hair, the guy shoots us all a glare. "You have no idea who I am." He blurts out and Knuckles knees him in the crotch making him fold but not far because he is still cuffed. Knuckles scoffs picking him up by his hair making him look him in the face.

Leal and Ryker ran down to the base floor where they assumed the noise was and saw a big crack on the wall. Near it was Axel gripping his bloody knuckles, breathing heavily with furrowed brows. Looks like it wasn’t a heavy object falling on the floor that they heard. It was his bare fist shaking the whole foundation of the mansion. Ryker turned to her and gave her a smile. “You can do this, Luna! I believe in you!” He patted her shoulder before walking away.

With a smirk playing on my lips, I decided to take a shot in the dark, figuratively speaking. "Look time no see, Piero," I remembered this fuckface. "You were the one who helped Massimo to unload smuggled the guns." He sneered at me like he was a venomous snake about to spit. "It's Pietro, you dumb fuck." I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at Piero's correction. Even Enzo seemed to be enjoying the show. I retrieved the brass knuckles from my pocket, feeling their solid weight in my hand. The knuckles were crafted from gleaming, hardened brass, reflecting a polished sheen as they glistened under the light. Their intricate design showcased a rugged elegance, boasting four individual finger ho

The door opened and Knuckles came in. " What do you want?" I asked him. " I'm sorry to disturb you X but we have a problem. " He said. He knows that I hate being disturbed. " Are you going to tell me what the problem is or do I have to shoot it out of you. " I said to him. I hate people who waste my time. " Sir Berner has betrayed us, he took off with the shipment. " Knuckles said with a scared tone, he has to be scared because he knows that I don't play around when it comes to money. I turned around and I punched him in the stomach and he fell down.

ZORA— My throat went dry at her question. It was clearly his voice. I was still battling with my thoughts, debating if it was truly Zayn speaking when he continued, "I bet you're surprised. Aren't you?" He let out a gruff laugh. I was so shocked that I couldn't utter a word. "Have you come to realize that you can't keep anything a secret from me? It has dawned on you that I know everything," he laughed once more.

I couldn’t help the tears that flowed down my face at the pain that I was experiencing after the tube got pulled. “Okay, Junie Bug. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” My dad says. “W-wh-what…” I didn’t even finish my question. My voice. My voice wasn’t the same. It sounded scratchy and weird. “Oh. My baby.” My mom cries. I don’t understand why she’s crying. “Is this permanent? Is this how she will sound for the rest of her life?” My father asks the doctor. “Unfortunately, Beta Killian, I think it will be. She doesn’t have her wolf, and her Siren side isn’t healing her for some reason.”

After all, anyone who was interrupted in the middle of such activities would be in a bad mood, let alone a young master like Darren Caruso! Knuckles’ expression was full of horror as he scampered in and said in a panic, “Mr. Darren, something has happened! Mr. Yale… He… And Huck…” Darren frowned as a bad premonition welled up inside him. He asked, “What happened to them?” “They… They’ve been arrested!” Knuckles sweated profusely. “Arrested?” Darren was taken aback and immediately jumped down from the bed. He had no time to put on his pants as he asked, “You said Huck has been arrested?”

A voice interrupted their mother and son session. "Elvis!" the Ultimate Luna called. She stayed away from her son and gave a broad smile to the approaching man. "Oh! Uncle Elvis," Leowulf greeted. He stood up and gave his uncle a viking handshake. "My Lady! Good day. Be in peace," Elvis greeted the Luna "Same to you, Elvis. I have asked you since, where have you been?" "Places that required my presence," he replied. Elvis and Luna looked at each other. Creating a moment of silence. Leowulf expected them to say something. He thought they were going to keep talking and that was why he kept out of the conversation that he thought would ensue.

With his eyes downcast, Antonio crouched, gripping the gang leader’s shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric. He leaned in, his voice insouciantly calm. "If you make it home alive," he murmured, eyes gleaming with menace, “Dile a Vincenzo que Knuckles va por él.{Tell Vincenzo that Knuckles is coming for him}.” The man gasped for breath, but Blade didn’t wait for a response. His fist slammed into his face—once, twice—until the repeated blows opened a wound, sending crimson gushing down the man's face.