Boxing Ryona Novels & Stories

Lauren "I am Lauren and I am here to challenge you to a gym battle" Koga "Hmm, My name is Koga and I am the gym leader of the Fuchsia gym and I accept your challenge" Aya who was in daze came running inside and saw that her brother had excepted the challenge she just shook her head and proceeded to do her job.

All he needed was to get out of this creepy forest. He had run for quite some time when a clearing appeared in front of him. Riyin, renewed by the new sight, made for the patch of clear grass ahead of him. He was so relieved that he didn’t hear the soft whooshing sound of a rope beating the air as it swirled round and round, faster with each succession. Riyin was about to burst out through the forest when a noose caught his left heel and tightened. Riyin fell to the ground with a scream. He remained there for a few seconds, trying to regain himself when the rope tightened and pulled him backward.

There will be a Luna who holds the moon's power bound to him. "I know, my stray... I know it very well. "We are bound to meet, and I am bound to marry the powerful Luna that holds the moon's power," Drake mumbled. "And that Luna is you; you will be my queen," he added sweetly.

“And if I can’t?” He didn’t blink. “Then I’ll stop you.” The first strike came fast. Wood cracked against wood, the impact jolting her wrist. Ronan’s movements were clean, brutal, precise. Each blow tested her reflexes, her patience, her control. He wasn’t trying to win—he was trying to break her rhythm. “Again,” he ordered as she stumbled back. Lyra’s lungs burned. Sweat dampened her collar, her mark prickling faintly with every pulse. She struck again, harder this time, forcing him back. His expression shifted—something between approval and warning.

Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight. They didn’t have to wait long. “Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.” A hush settled. The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.

The earth spun on its axis for Reyana. There was chaos everywhere. Her heart hammered a frantic tattoo against her ribs as she scanned the faces around her. A roar of grief and rage ripped from Reyana's throat. Tears streamed down her face, blurring the image of the attackers, but her vision narrowed in on the nearest one. He was a hulking brute. Raising his wickedly curved blade, he lunged at a cowering woman in the doorway. Without a conscious thought, Reyana threw herself between them. Her small fist connected with the warrior's armored chest with a dull thud, barely registering against his imposing frame. But the distraction was enough.

This creature, though monstrous, was a physical challenge, one she was ready to face. The creature lunged, its massive form a blur of shadow and stone. Ronan moved with lightning speed, his sword a silver flash, intercepting the blow with a resounding clang. Sparks flew; the air filled with the metallic tang of clashing steel. Ronan’s skill was evident; years of training had honed his reflexes to perfection, allowing him to parry the creature’s brutal attacks with ease. But the creature was relentless. Its strength was immense, its attacks savage and unpredictable. Ronan, despite his prowess, was visibly struggling. Each blow sent tremors through his body, each parry a testament to his unwav

He wasn’t taking any battle stance, nor was he prepared to take on Kyle, who was crying his eyes out as he stared at dying Madonna. I heaved a sigh of relief knowing Madonna had been silenced and my secret had now been saved. But then, if she was running towards Kyle, then he must be her monster. “Die!!!” Kyle growled. I couldn’t focus on his movements; I could only see flashes of light and hear the sound of clashing metals. Ryu was still in the same position, but his sword was moving faster than the speed of light. He wasn't In his wolf form, yet he could fight Kyle without flinching. He kept moving, dodging every one of Kyle’s attacks while using his sword to counter those that weren’t to

The announcer said, as music began to play. Rose and her opponent circled the ring, staring at each other. Rose kept her arms raised and ready. Her hair had been tied back showing off her high cheekbones and strong jaw. She looked radiant in that ring. Cobra lunged at her, but Rose just spun around her, simultaneously punching her right in the side. It continued just like that, Cobra would attack and Rose would just dance around her. It was beautiful to watch the way she commanded that ring. She beat Cobra easily, only taking one punch the entire time.

“You’re pretty weak! Ryland showed his index finger in front of Harvey before he hooked it with a playful expression on his face. “I’m giving you a chance right now! Kneel and admit defeat! I won’t kill you if you do!” “You talk too much,” replied Harvey calmly, as if he was not at a disadvantage. “Heh! If you don’t cherish the opportunity, don’t blame me for what happens next!” Ryland stopped talking before he swung both of his hands. Thousands of needles instantly flew straight forward! “The Thousand Hands!” “It’s that move again!” exclaimed someone from the crowd. They had already seen the same move, but Ryland’s seemed much stronger and fiercer than Amber Levine’s! Almost the entire ring