A Worthy Opponent の小説・ストーリー

It seemed to tear through the vast space as it rushed straight toward the opponent. The opponent mobilized its strength, preparing to engage in battle. Despite being a mere phantom, it demonstrated extraordinary strength. It manipulated the surrounding space, making Adrian pressured. Nevertheless, Adrian remained vigilant. Although the opponent was strong, his strength was also formidable. During the exchange of blows, he had been observing the opponent. He had now realized the opponent's tactics were quite formidable. Even so, he believed that the opponent was not invincible. No matter how powerful, it had to have weaknesses. What Adrian needed to do now was crucial—to discover the opponent

“Your opponent… he’s strong. Don’t let him shake you.” I swallowed, my throat tight. Strong. That word barely scratched the surface. These trials had a way of pushing wolves past what they thought possible. And now… I had no idea what I was about to face. “Why are all my opponents men? Don’t you think the elders are being… unfair?” I snapped, my voice tighter than I intended. Talia tilted her head, eyes steady. “Power and strength… That has nothing to do with being female or male. And honestly? You’ve handled yourself far better than I expected. You’ve got this.”

the woman said. Aiden didn’t turn. “I know.” “She saw you.” He smiled faintly. “Good.” The woman tilted her head. “You failed.” “No,” he said quietly. “I warned her. And she answered the way I wanted her to. Now she’s awake. She’ll fight.” He turned at last, eyes glowing faintly gold. “And war needs an opponent brave enough to draw a sword. Now she’ll raise one.” The woman said nothing. Aiden looked into the fire.

Caleb stood nearby, arms crossed, giving me a small nod of reassurance. Then, my opponent stepped forward. A seasoned warrior named Soren. One of the strongest in the pack. I had expected no less. If they were going to challenge my right to be Luna, they weren't going to make it easy. Soren met my gaze, his expression unreadable. "Nothing personal," he said, rolling his shoulders. "The pack just needs to see if you deserve this." "I understand," I replied. "And I'll make sure they do." A few murmurs rippled through the crowd at my confidence, but I ignored them.

I nod, just so she can get off my back, but my heart sings a different tune. There are some things worth putting one’s self in harm’s way for. One of those things is a legacy, and i know where i want to stand when the list is being taken. I want to stand with the winners. There’s no victory without a battle, and as Tieran has enlightened me to see, sometimes you have to make your opponents fear you instead of respect you. Tristan will eat his words, and so will Cerebrus. He’ll hate the fact that he ever came on to me. That he ever asked me to exchange my body for a trade deal.

Sighing, I closed my eyes in annoyance, trying hard to calm myself down, " does it matter? Why should you care if your opponent is pregnant or not? " I sighed, "If you want to fight justly and powerfully without hurting the innocent, you will have to use your wits, remember, its not about strength but speed and smartness, you have to be like a snake, carefully assessing your enemy's movement while balancing yours in between, " " okay, " he said, releasing a sigh and looking dejected, this reminded me of his state when I first met him on the battle field.

Not even one moved to help his opponent and it saddened Nicolas that none of them were willing to stand up for what they believed in. None of them came to the defense of his opponent or his opponent’s mate. The vampires that were left were mostly the older and so-called higher-ranked ones, but they were all spineless! Did he make them this way? Before he could delve further into where he might have gone wrong, he snapped his opponent’s neck and watched as his limp body hit the floor with a thud.

“With an opponent like Zedkiel, he stands no chance.” My heart that had begun racing slows a little and I observe her for a second before giving her a small smirk and turning to my opponent. Oh, how I’ve been fucking waiting for this. I don’t doubt her feelings for me, not after this morning. I look over at the loser in front of me and give him a cold smirk. I’m ready to kill. “Let’s do this pup.” I sneer, rolling my neck. “Alpha Zedkiel Vilkas versus Alpha Sinclair Welhaven! On go… Three… Two… GO!”

The mysterious contender, on the other hand, represented an enigma—an unexpected presence that had disrupted the carefully choreographed narrative of the fighting contest. As the contest reached its climax, a pivotal moment arrived. The two opponents locked eyes, their expressions mirroring a shared understanding of the significance of their duel. For the crown prince, it was a chance to assert his authority and heritage. For the enigmatic contender, it was an opportunity to challenge the established norms and to prove that power and identity were not merely defined by birthright.

"Ahahaha...my darling. I think you've picked the wrong opponent if you want that game. You know what? I'm always the winner!" ***