Bloody Fights Novels & Stories

He is being frames but only God knows why. Joel is not only an animal but a bloody monster who should be dealt with in the most severe way. The trial was progressing and the odds were not in Freddie's favour. Something drastic has to be done or else Freddie was not only going to lose the case but his life as well because I had a strong feeling that Joel will not stop until Freddie is wiped out completely.

I demanded, my voice low and even. The girl's face turned red with rage. "You'll regret this, you whore!" she spat, before charging at me. I stood my ground, ready to defend myself. The classroom erupted into chaos as some classmates watched in horror while others watched in awe. Her friends tried to intervene, but in the heat of the moment, I threw a punch, connecting with the stranger’s nose. The sound of crunching cartilage filled the air, and the girl's eyes widened in shock. I knew she would be visiting the hospital soon.

Everything was happening so fast. Lance took a hit on the head and dropped to the ground. I screamed his name and started to move towards him, sliding around the car and moving towards the middle of the road. I saw Malcolm fighting and it was like watching a carefully harmonized dance. His skills with his fists and feet made his whole body a deadly weapon. Arden fought too, like a typical warlord with a taste for blood and more brutal strength and brawn. His fists plowed into the face of rogues and I heard the crunch of bone.

Dominic fought hard, spitting venomous taunts. They collided with bone-crunching force, claws tearing and teeth snapping. Dominic fought like a cornered beast, but Kaelen’s rage was unrelenting. Rylan, Rosetta, and Lily burst into the clearing, their eyes widening at the sight—Aliyah limp in Leo’s arms, Bayle’s corpse nearby, and Kaelen locked in a brutal fight with Dominic. Without hesitation, Rylan shifted and charged in, slamming into Dominic’s side with bone-rattling force. The two of them attacked in perfect tandem—Kaelen hammering him with crushing blows, Rylan tearing at his flesh with claws and teeth.

The doors finally open and we are met with an army of rogues, you can tell just how bloodthirsty they are, but they're no match for us, there's a reason why Blood Moon Pack sits at the top. “Attack!!!” I shout and both sides run into each other, some people shifting, other's choosing to just tap into their abilities like me. I bring out my fangs and claws and I tear through anyone that stands in my way, ripping out their hearts or tearing out their throats and my favorite, ripping off their heads from their body. By the time I make it into the warehouse, I've left a trail of dead bodies behind me and I'm covered in blood. I look behind me and the fight is still going on but I trust my men to

Until she doesn't come to a decision she has promised to not leave her room. Meanwhile, somewhere on the same night, two sweated, muscular, toned, tall, and bloodied bodies are kicking, punching, and throwing each other in the chain ring in an attempt to knock down one another. Only the ring is bright with lights, the rest area is dark. Both the opponents are beating each other furiously. They both are giving each other an equal fight yet one in both of them seems quite more furious than anything. The crowd is going crazy for them. They hardly get to witness such a furious bloody war, after all.

And he lunges. Callum shoves me aside and meets Lucas head-on. They meet with a roar, fists flying, claws slicing. I cry out, wanting to help, but the things are on me in seconds. I fight them off, my power burning bright, but there are too many. One knocks me down. Another pins my arms. I fight, kicking, biting, yelling. Across the open, Callum and Lucas fight, a deadly blur of motion. Callum is bleeding. Badly.

I do not know or even remember if I was ready for a confrontation with him or not, but as his fist was about to and on my innocent cheeks, I immediately dodged his attack, and that infuriated him the most. “Is that all that you are going to do?” He asked angrily and came at me again. This time around, I not only dodged but landed an easy blow to his chin. As I was about to stabilize myself, I had some bones snap in front of me. The Blood Moon pack did not stop fighting, they instead encouraged it and would begin placing wagers on the fighters just as they were doing at the moment. “Be sure to have a safe trip to hell,” One of the men roared.

I whispered with tears that I could no longer hold back. This battle was inevitable. The beach where the Bluemoon festival was supposed to take place had turned into a battlefield. I saw Ken and Luke slamming into each other. Their claws tore into each other's bodies. The sound of growls and roars of rage echoed through the air, creating a tense atmosphere. Around them, the pack members were also fighting. The white sand was now turning red with blood. Wounded bodies lay everywhere. In the distance, I saw my friends from Winterblood and Blackmoon fighting no less savagely.

Harsh fluorescent lights were swinging above in the otherwise dark underground room, and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Ah, smells like teen spirit. “You’re fucking dead tonight!” said the big bald guy in thick Russian accent. “Ha!” the other fighter spat and let out this animalistic growl. Blood was gushing from the side of his face, but his eyes were still full of life and fire. The two fighters locked eyes with a desire to kill, seething and snarling threateningly. With seconds, the two lunged at each other, grabbing, punching, and kicking, doing whatever they could to knock down the opponent.