Romans & histoires Classroom Of The Elite Fight

“One more person stares at you like that, and I swear I’m going to start charging them entrance fees.” Seris giggled. “Don’t you get tired of defending me?” Gabby tossed her blonde hair back like a queen in court. “Not when it makes people this uncomfortable.” As they entered the building, the halls bustled with students filing into their first period classes. Unlike the older teens, Seris and Gabby shared a full schedule together. That made things easier—Gabby’s confidence filling the silences Seris wasn’t always brave enough to break. Their first class was Combat Theory. A tall, grey-haired she-wolf named Instructor Elara was waiting, arms folded, already sizing them up as they entered.

They kept glaring at each other like a fight is about to go down in this class. "What's happening here!" A teacher walks in. Busted.

Dante growled, his voice cold and deadly, “I’ll make sure you never take another step. This ends tonight.” Elias recovered quickly, smirking despite the danger. “Bold words, but you’re outnumbered, Dante. You’re not walking away from this one.” --- The Fight Erupts Before Elias could give the order, Marco and Dante’s men burst from the shadows, guns blazing. Chaos erupted in the narrow alley as bullets ricocheted off walls and men shouted commands. Dante didn’t release Elias. Instead, he slammed his rival to the ground, pinning him with a knee to his chest. “You’ve made your last mistake, Elias,” he hissed, his fist connecting with Elias’s jaw.

And she didn’t like challenges that couldn’t be erased. “You know what?” she said, stepping forward until there was no space left between them. “Keep pushing. One day, I won’t hold back.” His voice dropped. “One day, I won’t either.” A pause. Then she brushed past him, shoulder knocking his as she walked away. She didn’t look back, even as his voice chased her down the hallway. “See you in Combat Class, Wolfe.” Combat Class at Velgrave was more than just sparring — it was controlled chaos. Every week, students were matched against each other to test their powers and limits.

'I stole your girlfriend back then, you little c*ckstain, and this time I'll ruin you just as thoroughly! - Logan walked steadily toward the classroom. From the outside, the students appeared to be sitting upright, their expressions solemn, their chests puffed out, and their posture impeccable. It could easily be mistaken for a model class in the academy, showcasing extraordinary discipline, rather than a class where they battled an entire legion of hell. Even their textbooks were neatly open in front of them. Everything about Class 3-FG gave the impression of an exemplary class. As Logan approached the door, he noticed it was tightly shut, yet there was no sound coming from inside. While mo

With his tongue pressed against his cheek, he had a roguish and charming appearance that would make countless girls gasp. "What's wrong? You wanna fight me?" Bryan's heart was filled with anger, and he was thinking about where to vent it. It just so happened that Ronin appeared and angered him. "If you want to fight me, then let's do it. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" A major battle was about to erupt, and everyone's heart was in their throat. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. A graceful figure appeared at the classroom door, changing the current situation.

The force sends Eldris and Zephyr stumbling back, though they recover quickly, snarling and baring their teeth. “Hold the line!” Jack commands, his voice cutting through the chaos. The fight begins in earnest. Eldris charges forward, his movements fluid and fierce as he engages the steel-eyed elder. Zephyr moves like a shadow, his golden eyes alight with fury as he weaves through the fray, targeting another elder with sharp precision. Maria and Greta work in tandem, their movements perfectly synchronized as they flank one of the weaker-looking elders. Their blows land hard, but the elder retaliates with a shocking burst of strength, knocking them both off balance.

I hear my sister say as she cringes. “What?” I ask, sitting up and rushing to the window. Ryker had Alpha Tate by the arms holding him back and my father had Alpha Drake. It looked like Alpha Drake may have punched Alpha Tate. I could hear their arguing and Tate spat blood on the ground. Both of them looked like they were about to rip each other apart. My mother walked between them both giving them a scolding for their inappropriate behavior. I chuckled at seeing them both drop their heads and suddenly both of them looked up at the window. Arial and I ducking down out of sight.

“Then I shouldn’t be here either. Raphael and I are to be mated. This isn’t the place for someone like me.” “Shut up and sit down!” Raphael growls. “Stop making up stories.” The satisfaction I feel almost makes me guilty—almost. She gasps, but before she can complain, Antonio interrupts. “Class is in session. Everyone, come.” I hear a few of the girls, including Jade, snicker, and even I can’t help but do the same. Antonio repeats, “Class is in session. Everyone, come.” We’re sent running first as a warm‑up. After that, Antonio demonstrates the fighting moves. A kick, a sweep, and a punch.

The others stopped to find out what was happening when Lucy Richards, Bob McCarthy, and Harry Muñoz stepped into the light, and shortly after, Bill Mendez and Alvin Parsons joined in. "Good Evening, Gentlemen and Lady, May we join the party so we can even out the score? I can see you are doing quite a number on him" Alvin said gesticulating in a rather dramatic manner as he spoke. "I've told you that you talk too much" Lucy said and motioned for them to attack, she and Bob were the only Betas in the small group and both loved a good fight. The fight was bloody and short. Alpha Titan had trained his Maroon Fang along with Blake to be elite fighters and predators with a killer instinct.