Best Fighting Rooster Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Good, I don't have any intentions of stopping them if the need arises. Tell me their names and also which of them is the strongest?” Roland blew his whistle for the dogs to return back to him and they did in a minute. He pointed his finger to the German shepherd, “This is Red,” he pointed to one of the pitbulls. “That's Bruno and the other is Rogue Rax..” he smiled. “RR for short..” “The strongest?” Ava inquired. “That would be Red. She's agile, alert and protective while RR comes second. He has a sharp bite force. I learnt he bit someone months back and left the person's hand less useful..”

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”

He rushed at me and seized my throat, slamming me against the wall. The suffocating pressure came at once. His eyes were bloodshot, savage. "I was fighting those Gambino dogs on the West Coast, and you let someone into your bed? Tell me! Whose spawn is it?" he roared, tightening his grip. Struggling for breath, I forced out a few words. "Rosato… Vincenzo…" Rosato Vincenzo. The Godfather's name. He released me. I collapsed to the floor, coughing violently.

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

I asked through clenched teeth. "Rose isn't just any dragon. Her bloodline is so old they are only known as legends now. They were the most superior species to exist. The other species felt so threatened by them, that they hunted them down to the ends of the earth, through other realms, just to kill them. Some captured them and tortured them in hopes to make them submit to them to use them as weapons. The bloodline was thought to be extinct but clearly, it's not. Her genes for her dragon are ten times stronger than any out there and her wolf genes are more powerful than yours." He said. "So we have to hide her?" I asked him. I'm not liking where this is going.

“ years and years ago, when the romano also immigrated to expand their business they came to the lands my family were forced to sell due to some poor management decision and bad habits, only they took more than they should, taking a piece of land that was meant to my great aunt, leaving her with nothing to her name, enraged of what happened she shifted and went to face the alpha who was amazed by her beauty and fierceness, proposing to her that for her to have her rightful claim, she must accept he takes her honor first angered by him she attacked, only to be stopped as he was three times her size, at time when she preferred death over humiliation, she was saved by non then the alpha’s son s

The Raven bird flew above me, waiting for me to give it the go-ahead. "My brothers," I addressed them solemnly. "The Sunshade pack has taken what is ours. They have abducted one of ours, Freya Hadid." Growls of outrage rippled through the assembled soldiers. "This insult cannot stand. Today, we ride out to bring her back and show those curs what it means to provoke the wrath of the Crimson pack!" Howls of excitement echoed off the stone walls as my warriors raised their swords and guns in salute. The bloodlust of the hunt was upon us now. I mounted my massive black dire horse, feeling the power of the beast surging beneath me, eager for battle.

Conceive… pregnant… child… All the words that were so foreign to me were now repeatedly reminding me what being a breeder meant. No wonder they were willing to pay that much money—no wonder they chose me. The child destined to be the next Alpha of the Drogomor pack needed to have the most powerful combination of bloodlines—ideally Alpha blood from both of his parents. But a breeder was just a tool—used once, and then thrown away. No Alphas would allow their beloved daughter to be treated that way... except my own father. "Vicky, that's enough!" Talon's sudden low, rebuke brought me back to my senses.

Swiftness, alertness, and precise fatal hit is the key to winning a gang fight. It's only twenty of them, Zack and Justin were trained to tackle even a hundred attackers, attacking at once. Carl is fighting a guy after he protectively pushed Prem and Simon at the back. The senior and Tim were trying to fight back when they were attacked. Justin and Zack took care of the rest. The two brothers have the same deadly dark aura as they tackled the guys leaving them all sprawled on the ground. Almost all are unconscious and a few were groaning in pain while clutching their knees and shoulders.

Darryl's Rocky was the same size as Sloan's, but it had a different color! Darryl's Rocky had purple lightning, and it possessed lightning attributes! Roar! Roar! The two Rockies immediately bit each other! Those two beasts were from the same mother and the same litter. Hence, they share the same bloodline. However, after they were claimed, they would obey their own master's orders. Even if they knew that they were blood-related, they had no qualms to go all out in that battle.