Boxing Ryona Novels & Stories

“So you're here about the new project, right?” “Not really, I want to talk to you about something else.” “Which is?” “I really aim to know what you are doing with Naomi, come on, she is woofless and will not fit to be your Luna.” “What's that supposed to mean, Rufus? If she is woofless, does it mean she is useless? Please mind how you use your language on my lover.” I said angrily. “Open your eyes Nicklaus, you are handsome, and it's effortless to get any ladies of your choice, I can also recommend someone to you.” He said.

The force was a testament to the hidden man’s strength. “Swoosh! Swoosh!” The sword swiveled in the air as a figure emerged from outside. The person had a stout build. It was Rio. He was one of the top ten fighters of Ryokan’s Refined Blade Clan. Rio reached his hand out to grab the spinning blade. Without pausing, he chopped down on Hannah’s head.

One of the other fighters, a tall Black futa named Jax grabbed Roxy’s sports bra and ripped it off in one brutal yank, exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples. “On your knees, loser,” Jax growled. Before Roxy could protest, Carla stepped in front of her and wrapped one powerful hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make Roxy’s eyes widen. “Lesson one,” Carla purred, tightening her grip until Roxy’s face started turning red. “Losers don’t talk back.” She shoved Roxy down hard onto her knees on the cold concrete floor. The other fighters circled around, already pulling down their shorts. Thick, heavy futa cocks sprang free, all of them bigger than Roxy’s, veined and already leaki

Not only that, Roy's men would do anything to save their Leader and would fight to death. In the midst of it all, Roy stood on a spot at the centre of the building while Bryan also, was on a stance a few stride away from Roy. He was angered and infuriated as he shrugged repeatedly. His chest lingered upward and downward and pressed on with his gaze on Roy. Roy tilted his head downward and raised back up such that it made a crackling sound. Roy smiled but it soon faded while Bryan's face looked expressionless. He looked like one who had no fear despite the actuality that his men were already losing to Roy. Roy turned his head around when he heard a scream that sounded like Cara. He was actual

Bryson was not sure if he could defend himself against the attack or not this time. “Let’s go…” Kayson’s voice was husky. It sounded like someone who hadn’t taken a single drop of water for a few days. Bryson ignored the pain in his body that was screaming at him and charged toward the boss of Soulspring Pharmaceutical. All of the five fighters were unprepared for Kayson’s attack. Even Bryson, who had defended himself in advance, could barely hold himself against Kayson’s double Titanium-Leo Roar, let alone them. Right now, all of them had blood lining the corner of their lips. They all felt dizzy and couldn't come around to their senses.

I yelled but it was no use. The balcony groaned under them, stone cracking as their bodies slammed into the railing, threatening to send them both plunging into the void below. I froze, breath caught in my throat, because I couldn’t tell if what I was seeing was even real. Ronan moved like a silver phantom, every strike calculated, his aura burning like fire across the night. Ryker, darker and heavier, fought with raw brutality, his power radiating like a predator born to kill. Every clash of fang against fang shook the floor beneath me.

I hugged her next, then James and Max. "Come on, Princess, let's get you mated to my boy." Lady Luna Meghan cackled as Rori blanched. "That alone means I'll never give up and lose." Rori mumbled, pulling off her hoodie and standing in the centre of the ring in her yoga pants and sports bra. She crouched into a fighting stance, and Anthony did the same he towered above her. "This is so wrong. She's a kid." Beta John grumbled. "We need to stop this."

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

Someone who wouldn’t hold back. “Rounds?” Eira asked. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt. Ryn smirked. “Thought you’d never ask, princess.” Eira rolled her eyes, stepped into the circle, and signaled for Ryn to begin. The moment Ryn lunged, Eira welcomed the impact. Their bodies slammed together—fist to forearm, foot sweeping against the dirt, breath sharp and fast. Ryn’s blows were heavy, controlled but brutal enough to test any wolf.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”