Amalthus Fight Novels & Stories

A voice called from the shadow, and a glowing gold box flew to the center of the room, runes around its edges as it twisted and turned, playing a song that inspired them all. "You claim for yourself, the name Alduin, the firstborn of Akatosh. What a twisted mistake, Bruja." The Golden Child flew from the shadows and tackled the dragon into the void below, and the war began. The strange cube continued playing as the two armies clashed, with Jacke, Jameson, Damien, and Alex at the head of it all; Slashing and shooting everything in sight from the middle of the hoard, they had no mercy to give, and no fear to feel. Only the adrenaline pumping through their veins reminded them they were alive, a

The barrier dissolved instantly. As if waiting for that exact moment, Darius lunged. His fist slammed into my chest, launching me backward. I crashed into the earth several meters away. "So this is the Destiny Child?" he scoffed as he grabbed me by the throat, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. “Prophesied to destroy me and Maledicta? You’re pathetic.” My breath caught as his grip tightened. “Any last words?” “Emily keep your eyes open!” Amelia cried. I fought the urge to black out.

Amelia darted after them and so did the others. “Stop it!” she shouted. None listened to her. The forest just beneath the cave had turned into a small inferno. She readied herself to jump but the Ulleans stopped her. They had seen the edge in Xikoth’s eyes. No one dared to go near them. “They are two very powerful beings fighting against each other.” Amelia had never seen people fighting over her and here there were two winged creatures – one from the dark world and the other from the world of dreams – fighting over her.

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

" Najla's Pov Today is the day I will take Marise down and claim my rightful place beside Ramon. Oh, I longed to tear her apart. The way she disrespected and humiliated me in front of everyone was unacceptable, and I needed to regain my respect in the flock, and what's better than taking down the Luna while doing so? I smirked and headed towards the Alpha house. It was time to challenge Marise in the Ring of Fire, and I shall fight until the last breath. Ricco's Pov "Pull yourself together!" I roared to myself, took over the race track, and moved into my wolf Santo.

Questions. Doubt. The atmosphere became toxic within seconds. Mark slammed his hand against the table. The room instantly fell silent. "Enough." His voice was calm. Which made it worse. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Mark's gaze swept across the room. "If the enemy wanted us fighting each other, congratulations." Silence. "They're winning." Nobody argued. Because he was right. Again. A phone suddenly vibrated. Luca checked the screen. His expression darkened immediately. "What?"

“You don’t have to do this.” Her smile cracked. “You always were soft. That’s why you’ll lose.” “You were never strong enough to win on your own. Now you’re just a vessel.” Something flickered in her expression. Hurt? Pride? I couldn’t tell. She raised her hand. The Vault responded with a shriek of ancient energy. And then the battle began. The wolves launched forward. Alexander clashed swords with two at once, his movement elegant and brutal. Victor vanished into the shadows, blades flashing as he danced between attackers. I fought with my whole body, keeping them from reaching Amara.

Alex was almost overwhelmed by the thought that this might be a fight he could not win. Outside the walls on the land bridge, the phalanx had all but shattered. Malachai ordered his men, or what was left of them, to break formation and engage their enemies in all-out hand to hand combat. As exhausted as they already were, this manner of fighting would only tire them twice as fast, but they would take as many murderous Domineers down with them as they could. Malachai fought with a ferocity he had never felt before; not only slashing at the Domineers with his sword but using all appendages of his body to fight as well, and stomping their faces as they lay on the ground. If he fell tonight, he

Occasionally, a foolhardy thug would try to attack Carl, only to be sent flying with a casual wave of his hand, crashing to the ground and unable to get up again. The alley was soon filled with cries of pain, muffled groans, the crisp sound of weapons hitting the ground, and the panicked shouts of Dillon, Misael, and Pablo. Amelia fought like a war goddess among the crowd, her movements agile and powerful. Every strike brought down a thug. Her eyes were icy, showing no mercy. For scum who bullied the weak for pleasure, she never held back. Seeing that frontal attacks were useless, one thug tried to sneak behind Amelia, quietly raising his machete and swinging it hard at her back.

Pissed off that he would say such a thing, it pissed me off more than when he called me a half-breed. His father smiles at my reaction before using his Alpha aura trying to get me to submit. I smile and for the first time in my life, I use mine. Stepping forward and placing my hands on the desk and leaning over, looking him dead in the eye suddenly feeling overly protective of my mates. His father's eyes narrow as he tries to exert his force over me when I hit him with mine, making him gasp. Sweat beads on his forehead as he fought against my silent command before I felt my eyes bleed red, giving the room a red tinge too.