Novel & Cerita Bloody Fights

"Hum, it's a pity that the Beast-blood Family is too cruel. It's said that once the bloodline is activated, it will be bloodthirsty and the killing intent will be very serious. It's really annoying!" The Academy elders and upper echelons all frowned slightly. "Ah..." Miserable screams could be heard. The disciples of the Beastblood family seemed to have unleashed their ferocity. Wherever they passed, the muscles of all of the disciples who were fighting would be ripped apart. Some of their arms would even be ripped apart. The scene was extremely bloody and brutal! At this time, nearly 20 disciples had been beaten by the disciples of the Beastblood Family and could no longer fight...

That will teach him to come for what’s mine. Silas is trying to take charge again, but I won’t back down. I stare right back at him, not backing down, throwing punches without hesitation. It’s time all these alphas realised who they were actually dealing with. I’ve been a rogue for most of my life. One thing I know is how to win in a fight. Bones crashing together snapping like twigs, the room fills with the nauseating sound of violence. As the dust settles, the room goes dead silent. Bodies are scattered on the floor, showing how brutal our fight was. Surrounded by the wreckage, I’m a mess, but still standing, breathing hard and feeling the rush of adrenaline.

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

It was loud, and it smelled like blood and fire. I pulled out my sword and joined the fight. One rogue came at me fast. His eyes were glowing red. He didn’t look normal. He looked like he was drunk on something evil. His mouth was foaming and he moved like a wild animal. I blocked his claws with my sword, twisted around, and kicked him hard in the stomach. He flew back but landed on all fours, ready to charge again. “They’re stronger!” one warrior shouted nearby. “Something’s wrong with them!”

He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.

The two of them bled. “What are you doing here?!” He growled. “God forbid I decide to show up for my family” Blake spat. “Bullshit” Denver cussed. “Why did you kill him?” They circled each other with their intense gaze buried into each other’s eyes. Blake attacked next without saying a word. With his eyes burning with fury, he tried to tear Denver to the ground once again. But he was quicker this time, defending himself by propelling the other like the missile. With a guttural growl, Denver reached for Blake and snapped his jaw. The fight raged on even as their blood spilled across the ground and cries of agony mixed with jarring animal noises.

I kicked the one in front of me in the stomach, making him stagger backward, and used my elbow to slam into the other one's face and it was all a blur after. The adrenaline pumped into my veins as I slammed my fist into whoever came ahead of me, all while fighting the others on my sides. I didn't give them the chance to beat me down, I wasn't born yesterday, I've had worst fights before. Their scream of agony satisfied the monster deep down in me, the blood tainted my hands and clothes as I knocked half of them down.

Justin hurries to his fuming friend, and it's as if they don't even realize we are here. "Calm down?" my mate growls and his eyes shine a bright red. "Just shut up, and fight me. Attack at once," his voice commands, and my brothers, with the other guy, share concerned glances. "It's happening," Dad mumbles and gets up too. "Zane..." Derek's words are cut short when my mate attacks instead. Three consecutive blows, and everyone drops to the floor, unmoving. What is happening to him? The weird strength. Red eyes.

Roger transforms into a werewolf and roars into Aiden's face. "Hold on, to get to me you need to go through them first, do you know what you're fighting for?" Roger gets more frustrated and rushes at Aiden but another werewolf jumps in between them and digs his claws into Roger's sides. Roger digs his teeth into the Wewolf's shoulder and rips at the flesh. The unknown werewolf lifts Roger up and tosses him across the room. Two werewolves stare each other down while the other wolves howl with excitement at the prospect of lots of blood being spilled. Aiden is still in his human form and calls out at Roger, "Welcome to Werewolf Fightclub Roger, tonight you are fighting for a wonderful prize, J

Or maybe at some point, Paul will decide to fight. At the same time, they disengage, stepping back, snarling, and showing their blood-stained teeth. They both freeze, growling. The motionless picture changes when Alin charges again, fueled by his unstoppable desire to win. Their bodies tangle as their sharp fangs, bare under the moonlight, seek the other’s flesh. They roll over, switching who gets on top. When Alin reaches over Paul, he changes tactics, and instead of going for the neck, he turns and bites him lower, on the shoulder.