All Might Injury Novels & Stories

She answered the call and saw Allie. “Aurie, are you with the BROS right now?” Allie doesn’t seem to be mad or irritated right at that moment. However, panic can be seen from her eyes and also can be heard from the tone of her voice. “Yes,” Aurelie replied as Red went beside her and showed himself in the video. “Can you please kindly assist them and make the shoot successful? Reiyu will not be able to make it there today,” Allie said. “Why? What happened?” Red asked her. “She was rushed to the hospital just now,” Allie said amidst crying. “She was hit by a car earlier.”

“We need pack doctors out here, nurses and a gurney.” “I already alerted them.” Allie says with a small voice as she comes to my side. The men lower the tortured contour of Pete from Night Howl. “What the fuck happened?” Allie asks quietly, but fiercely. We exchange a look and the understanding is immediate. Bane fucking happened. “Is he dead?” Is her next question, but right then he takes a shaky breath. All of his bones have been, or are, broken. He has been cut all over, beating to a pulp - probably more than once. His bruises have bruises. And he is not healing. Wolfsbane.

His face was red with anger as he got up and dusted off his shorts. Constantine walked in between us with a stern expression. “This is the last round. Remember your rules.” We both nodded before Constantine backed up giving us enough space to get into position. I wasted no time swinging at Allister, only getting one hit to stick against his cocky face. After the fifth block he kicked me in the side. The sound of crunching bone and agonizing pain let me know that I had broken a rib. I screamed in pain and fell to ground from the impact. Before I could react, Allister straddled my chest, making it impossible for me to breathe. The pain in my side burned in agony. Allister wrapped his hands to

Three months ago, they had ignored me. Now they were showing me kindness. I was still hurt. But I no longer held grudges. I kept things polite and maintained a friendly distance. The only thing that still saddened me was what I learned after the training logs leaked. Three young substitutes had been following that ridiculous spinning drill with petroleum jelly on their cleats for weeks. One broke his ankle, one tore his meniscus, the third injured his Achilles tendon. All three missed the entire league season that followed. They were victims too.

“The injury…” “You need a doctor.” Eric quietly chipped in. “Your wound is probably infected. Who hurt you?” “I am fine. I called you out here…” “You are not fine,” Gerald said softly. Tsk. Fucking hell. “I do not have time not to be fine,” I replied, looking toward the door to ensure no one was listening. “You must not tell anyone I am injured.” Eric frowned like I just told him Uranus was in my anus. “What?” “I mean it,” I said sharply. “Not Mama Li. Not Uncle Thomas. Not the elders. No one. You guys stitched me up and I am grateful, but I have suffered worse.”

“The nature of the accident involved several people. I can tell you that the other individuals involved sustained relatively minor injuries, broken bones, deep lacerations. They are all stable and expected to make full recoveries.” I didn't care about any of them. They could die for all I care. “Alaric,” I prompted, my voice barely a whisper now. The cold, logical part of my brain knew this was the moment the other shoe would drop. Dr. Chen met my gaze, his professional mask firmly in place, “Mr. Alaric, the older male, is the most severely affected. He has multiple injuries. We are dealing with several broken ribs, a fractured femur, and internal bruising that required immediate attention.”

Xander's POV “Did we lose anyone?” I ask as we approach Aiden. He shakes his head, and the relief that floods through me is almost overwhelming. “No fatalities on our side,” he says. “But there are several serious injuries. Some of the younger teams from smaller packs took bad hits. They’re already in the infirmary.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Thank fuck,” I mutter, earning a nod from Aiden. No deaths. Thank the Goddess.

She whispered it mostly to herself as she crossed out a few notes in her notebook. Knee ligament microtrauma, hand fracture (right hand, same spot twice), rib contusion, eye injury, neck strain. A body that's not treated—only used, again and again. Like a weapon returned to its sheath without ever being cleaned. At the end, a photo. Not a professional shot. Someone had taken it from a gym corner; the background was blurred. The man was shirtless, sweaty, bruised all over. But his gaze... his gaze was razor sharp. Ice-blue eyes. And those eyes weren't looking at the camera. Not at the photographer. But through them—like he saw the person who would one day look at that image.

I gave him a questioning look, which only drove him mad. "You abandoned your family and fled. Maybe eloped with a man. You are just a shame. I told Rose—this daughter of yours has brought nothing but shame to this family." His breath grew ragged, coughing violently in between. My mother rushed to his side. Adrian brought water while Lizzy urged him to breathe. For the first time, I saw him as weak. What was happening to him? "You caused this, Mira. He needs rest," my mom snapped. I hadn’t asked him to yell, but the blame still landed on me. I stayed quiet.

What a joke…” “Grandma Cobb! Senior Padlow showed us these pictures this morning! That woman did all this…” “Or rather, the man did all this just like he said!” “Senior Padlow’s already blaming us for his son’s injuries!” “We need to give him a statement, no matter what!” “How are we supposed to survive without the Blackburn City Martial Arts Alliance?” “We’ll all go bankrupt!” Eden wailed in sorrow before showing a few pictures on his phone to Grandma Cobb. Not only was Gael was sporting a horrible look on his bandage-covered face, both of his hands were also restricted by plasters. It was truly a miserable sight.