Battle With Me Novels & Stories

"Come on, Sav. Josh texted Harvey that he's feeling better for it, please come with us." Valentina gave me a sad smile, desperately hoping that my shift in spirit was not due to something between Josh and I. And although a lot of it was, I was also holding back my nerves for the fact that tonight would be my first real fight. It was stupid of me to not tell anyone about it, but I knew that every single one of them would be against the idea, Josh especially.

I didn’t say it often, but they knew how much they meant to me. Zach was quieter than usual. I mind-linked him. "Are you okay?" "I’m fine," he replied. "Just restless." "You can stay behind if you need to." "No way," he said firmly. "I’m coming." I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. ---The fight was brutal but mostly one-sided. We took the rogues by surprise. "Kill anyone who resists." The battlefield was a chaos of snarling wolves, clashing claws, the scent of blood thick in the air. I fought with precision and efficient movements. Every strike was calculated, every kill quick. Lord don't you just love my life.

Williams told me one night. I had just set a plate of warm beef and rice in front of him at the dining table. He stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth and looked up at me, his dark eyes intense. "We are playing the final game tomorrow, Salome," he continued, his voice dropping to a softer note. "And I would like you to be there to cheer me up." My heart did a dangerous flip in my chest. Panic immediately rushed through my veins. "Alpha, please... I don't think that is a good idea. People will see me. They will talk."

They were silenced before they could even make a sound, their lives extinguished in a single violent moment. Vivienne saw bodies drenched in blood that sprayed across the battlefield every time a limb was being ripped off. She saw a great number of limbs torn from bodies, saw heads crushed beneath brutal force, saw warriors, some shaped like men, others not, falling, rising and fighting again in endless cycles of destruction. Swords clashed again and again, their ringing cutting through the air. The sound was deafening, a chaotic symphony of agony, rage, and death.

I’m begging You. Fix whatever is broken in me that turns everyone away from me. Cut. Cut. Cut. I cut and release my demons, or they will take over and control me. Control me to where I can’t breathe or even live. And I can’t breathe right now. It hurts to draw breath into my lungs and panic sets in.

The man shouted that until now I still don't care about its name. I don't know whether to be happy or nervous. Yes, Cayden will be my opponent, he's on my side but at the same time, we're pretending! Will it make our fight come true? Fuck! I admit that it's not inferior to me, with a huge gap. But it's up to Batman. Cayden and I walked toward the ring. I'll just pray that the damage won't be serious because I might end up in the hospital the next time I open my eyes.

The man shouted that until now I still don't care about its name. I don't know whether to be happy or nervous. Yes, Cayden will be my opponent, he's on my side but at the same time, we're pretending! Will it make our fight come true? Fuck! I admit that it's not inferior to me, with a huge gap. But it's up to Batman. Cayden and I walked toward the ring. I'll just pray that the damage won't be serious because I might end up in the hospital the next time I open my eyes.

I poured oil into the fire by reminding them, "Don't forget to replace our phones. You smashed both of them." Just then, Owen spoke, his eyes red. "I refuse to accept this. One exam proves nothing! If you have the nerve, compete against us in the national academic competition!" He screamed at us, "Anita, Connor, do you have the courage to bet against me? Put the guaranteed admission spots on the line!" Connor scoffed. "Bet against you? The spots already belong to us. Why would we wager them?" I laughed too. "Exactly. Why should we risk something that's already ours just to entertain you?"

Time seems to go in slow motion and just when she is about to make contact with my face, I instantly grab her leg and strongly pull. I don't know where the strength came from. I have no idea how I got up from the floor as if I wasn't on the verge of death a minute ago. "You want a fight, I will give you one" I whisper and effortlessly break her leg. The sight of bare flesh,bones and so much blood is sickening, but it's as if I can't help myself. It's like something else is controlling me I don't have time to register my elongating claws before I immerse them in her stomach and pull out her inside

Surrounded by his dwindling number of loyal henchmen, he fought desperately, unwilling to accept defeat. It was a battle that raged with ferocity and determination, each blow striking at the core of our existence. We fought not only for ourselves but for all those who had suffered at Johnson's hands. The air crackled with the clash of wills, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. In a final, decisive move, Alex confronted Johnson, their eyes locking in a silent battle of dominance. Their struggle mirrored the emotional turmoil that had consumed us all. It was a battle not only of physical strength but of ideology, as the forces of light and darkness collided.