Adrien Fencing นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The realization unleashed a feral desperation in him. He attacked with a frenzy, a whirlwind of claws and teeth, aiming for hamstrings, for eyes, for any vulnerable spot. It was the fighting style of a rogue, of a traitor who had long abandoned honor for survival. Adrien met the frenzy not with matching fury, but with a cold, terrifying precision. He was a wall. A force of nature. He didn't waste energy on wild swipes. Every movement was economical, brutal, and final. He took a shallow gash across his flank to trap Kael's foreleg in his jaws, shaking his massive head once. The sound of the bone snapping was like a dry branch breaking in the silent room.

A cold smile touched his lips. “These two… are mine.” His voice cut through the chaos. Without hesitation, Adrian holstered his gun. Steel flashed in his hands. Two short daggers — sleek, razor-sharp, deadly. His preferred weapons. He moved. Fast. Faster than the eye could follow. Men rushed him — and fell just as quickly. A slash across the throat. A precise stab to the ribs. Another to the neck. No wasted motion. No hesitation. By the time he reached them—

But before I went back to reclaim my place, I needed to see her. The warehouse Lorenzo had chosen for her training sat on the edge of the city, tucked behind abandoned shipping yards. From the outside, it was nothing but rust and concrete, forgotten by everyone who didn’t know what it was being used for. Inside, though, the place carried the pulse of sweat, effort, and violence. I slipped in quietly, keeping to the shadows along the wall. She didn’t know I was there, and I wanted it like that for a moment. Adriana stood in the centre of the mats, fists taped, hair damp and clinging to her face. She was throwing different combinations, including jabs, hooks, knees, and kicks. I had never seen

The moment the man took a step forward, Adrian moved with the speed of a wild beast. He didn't call the lobby security. He didn't use a radio. He lunged across the concrete, his heavy wooden broom handle swinging through the air with absolute, raw force. Crack. The thick wood struck the lead intruder’s wrist, sending the steel crowbar clattering loudly against the stone floor. Before the other two men could draw their hands from their pockets, Adrian slammed his broad shoulder directly into the lead man’s chest, throwing his entire massive weight forward until the man’s spine crashed violently against a metal storage rack.

Unfortunately, it is more agile and agile in defending itself, as well as providing counterattacks. Eden enters his room, where Megan is still asleep anyway with her forehead emitting a sign that the woman is his Mate. He stood next to a bed made of iron with embroidered fleece covering a mattress containing wool that was also made of fleece. Eden's eyes looked closely at Megan's figure. There's a strange feeling running through him, as if his instinct to touch and caress her is so strong.

Like nothing mattered. The first man lunged. Adrien dodged with barely a twist of his waist, grabbed the guy’s arm, and twisted hard enough I heard the crack. He slammed the guy’s head into the mat, disarming him in one breath. The others didn’t pause—they came at once. But Adrien didn’t care. He was ruthless. Precise. Mechanical. Each movement was calculated. Efficient. He swept a leg, ducked a punch, elbowed someone so hard in the ribs the man collapsed gasping. One of the men tried to use a knife—not real, but enough to sting.

he offered, and Lucien frowned, his fingers tightening around the straps of his backpack. “I'm listening,” he responded, and Adrien grinned, flashing his braces. “In exchange for not telling Dad or even Mom, why don't you join me and attend self-defence classes? Maybe we could even get a black belt while we're at it,” Adrien grinned, his eyes lighting up as he talked about his judo classes. Adrien had started judo ever since he was about six and a half, which was why he was a good fighter compared to his brother. Lucien was the smart one among the three, more like the science geek; instead of race cars, he was more interested in how the universe worked.

But no one stepped in, no one would dare stop him, because Adrien didn’t look like someone who could be stopped. He moved like controlled violence, every hit precise, every movement deliberate, the kind of anger that wasn’t wild but contained, directed, dangerous. The man didn’t stand a chance, not even for a second as he tried to crawl back, only to be dragged up and slammed down again. “You touch her again,” Adrien said, his voice low, lethal, each word carrying weight, “and I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of here.” “I didn’t—” the man tried, choking on the words.

A mixture of fear and determination flickered in Adrien's eyes as he prepared to face his assailants, his injured body pulsating with agony. With a surge of adrenaline, Adrien summoned every ounce of his remaining strength, his muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring. He met the guards head-on, his movements a blur of calculated strikes and evasive maneuvers. Each clash reverberated through the air, a symphony of clashing wills and desperate resilience.

"You asked for it, Your Highness." He launched toward her with real force this time, no more holding back. His blade came at her in a powerful overhead strike that would have split her skull if she hadn't rolled to the side. But Adrienne was already moving, She met his next strike with her own, the impact jarring her arms but holding firm. They moved across the ground like dancers, their footwork precise and fluid. Greene had height and reach on his side, his longer arms giving him an advantage in distance. But Adrienne was faster, smaller, able to slip inside his guard in ways a larger opponent couldn't.