Combat Frenzy Novels & Stories

Zara's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that the outcome of this clash would determine the fate of their packs. With determination burning in her eyes, Zara fought with unwavering tenacity. She picked off opponents one by one, her instincts guiding her every move. The clash of fangs and the thud of paws filled her senses as the battle raged on. Despite their fatigue, the pack fought with a ferocity that couldn't be extinguished.

Leandro unsheathed his blade. “Showtime,” he shouted. They fell like a wave. The first fight was brutal. Mud and blood churned beneath beating feets. The Red Fang fighters fought like savages, teeth bared, eyes wild. But Tristan was faster. Stronger. He moved through them like wind, blade flashing, hands breaking through bone. He was losing control with every strike, the curse was surging, whispering to him to take more, to lose himself. His view blurred. He shook his head, screaming through clenched teeth. Not now. Not yet.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

*** Xander's POV *** The blood-frenzy was a bottomless, suffocating black pit. I didn't know how many Rogues I had slaughtered. Five? Ten? My claws were slick with hot gore, my white fur matted and heavy. The beast inside me was roaring, completely off its leash, demanding more flesh to tear, more bones to snap. I was losing myself to the madness. I stood amidst the carnage, chest heaving, the toxic red haze of the frenzy blinding me to everything but violence. I was ready to tear the forest down to its roots.

“I know I am a failed project. A necessary sacrifice for the greater good. Our hounds are weak, but now he knows our flaws. And through our deaths, he will perfect us. He will improve us. He will make us stronger until we surpass your weak army.” A deranged cackle bubbles from the second captive, his voice splitting into high-pitched hysteria. Then the first one snarls, spittle flying from his lips, “You have no army without that woman!” His eyes gleam with cruel satisfaction. “You will remain NOTHING without your mate!” Something inside me snaps. Fenrir surges forward like an earthquake breaking free beneath my skin, his rage a violent storm. My body trembles, my vision narrowing to pure, u

My anger drives me forward, making me feel more powerful than before. As we fight, I can feel the tension rising. The air is thick with the scent of blood, ours mixed with the bitter and decaying scent of the beasts. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I run at the giant beast. Finally, my fist connects, and I land a powerful blow. The creature lets out a blood-curdling scream. It stumbles backward, its eyes hold fear for the first time since it made an appearance. This fight has become a clash of titans. Each blow reverberates through the forest, creating a symphony of bone against bone.

Fang questioned with a grim tone, "How do I make sure that you are not being manipulated by it? Or trying to trap me here!" Creed smirked, "You can do whatever you want… The choice is yours! In fact, if you want to run away, be my guest, I will even hand over the egg right now! But I'm not moving anywhere until I sense the hostility!" "Fuck!" Fang made an ugly face, "Alright! I guess running away is not an option then!" "We will run when necessary!" Creed asked Fang, "Do you have a berserk skill? And How long does it last?"

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

Fury was panting in my head, my dick pulsated in my pants, and my hands were practically shaking. As we walked through the forest, I cleared my head, and Fury calmed down. It had been so easy to tempt her, to arouse her! So easy to like it. I shook my head as we walked, the warmth spreading in my stomach just thinking about it. How soft her skin was, how my mouth filled with water when my lips hovered over the nape of her neck. It has to be the hunt! Yes, that’s what it is! The hunt, the fight, and the adrenalin rush that rallied up my beast! That’s why I react this way! I need a bath and sleep, and then everything will calm down!