Combat Frenzy Novels & Stories

Short huffs and pants that were erupting out of my nostrils gradually slowed down and I flipped my hair sassing him as I rounded him to go back inside. "One, you don't yell. Two, we're not watching a fucking match now," I growled out with a heaving chest. I had no idea where the confidence came from but I didn't mind cursing or being rude to him right now. I had enough of his attitude and anger since morning. Five fights in a day? He was just begging me to resign.

And I know it cannot be. Anoryl is the enemy. She lived with the enemy. And yet, my body betrays me with every step. Every glance. Every moment I spend too close, every breath I take when she’s near. I’m not supposed to feel this. Not supposed to want this. Not supposed to let myself be swayed by anything other than duty and vengeance. And yet—

“Cracked?” Elandra nodded grimly. “It hasn’t happened in over three hundred years. It means the future is unstable—too many paths converging at once. Chaos.” She paused, glancing between the two. “But one thing is certain: the Crimson Fang grows bolder. Their numbers multiply faster than we expected. They’ve allied with banished packs, rogues with nothing to lose.” Aria clenched her fists. “We can’t just wait for them to strike.” “We won’t.” Kael’s voice was iron. “We hit first.”

He raged, panting at the sheer rage of his current circumstances. Blaze was fighting to come forward and he was only barely keeping him in check, knowing that if he got control, they would go off at random, looking for their mate.

I was just so fucking furious to the extent that I needed to kill someone to think straight. Ric was blowing up my phone with calls and messages but I didn't answer any. He's scared, and I know exactly why. Ric knows me too well to know that I don't bluff. He knows what I'm capable of doing. I finally arrived at Don's house, still furious as fuck. My heart was beating in a way I'd never felt before. What's with all these mixed feelings? My palms are all sweaty, and I can't think straight; my head is just filled with thoughts of Elena getting hurt, and it hurts me so bad that I can't stand it.

The battlefield, which had been silent just moments before, now trembled with the weight of an impending war. "Now," Cora whispered under her breath, the words full of promise and bloodlust. "Let it begin." The battlefield was a war-torn symphony of chaos and bloodshed. The clash of swords, the roar of battle cries, and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the air as the three clans engaged in a merciless struggle. It was clear—Cora’s clan was out for dominance, and they were pitted against the combined forces of Norwan’s and Natalie’s clans. The odds were staggering, but it wasn’t just about numbers—it was about strategy. And in this moment, Cora’s clan seemed to have

A sudden, overwhelming sense of urgency and adrenaline that has nothing to do with my own feelings. It’s the mate bond. Faye is awake, and she has no idea what’s coming her way.

My daughter’s scream. But this time, it wasn’t rage. It was command. The ferals froze mid-attack. Dropped. And the forest… obeyed.

'Make her ours or the full moon and mate bond will drive us utterly insane, consumed by the need to rut and breed our female. Zavian squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw so tightly he could have shattered steel, fighting with every ounce of his willpower against the scorching, constricting need coiling through his body. The urge to give in, to let his beasts take over and claim their mate in a feral frenzy was almost overpowering. Zavian’s teeth gnashed together, his canines threatening to elongate as the beings raged inside him. He could feel their frustration, their desperation… could even feel the dormant part of him stir. It mirrored his own and it scared the life out of him.

“Why the fuck are we here? This is a problem between you two.” “You’re in cahoots with the Reapers now. Trip planted some pussy on Wrath’s path, he’s affiliated with you and now you’re all in bed together, cutting us off,” Buzzer said. “Buzzer, I like you, but I will shoot you in the fucking head if you refer to her as pussy one more time. She wasn’t planted on me. I knew she was Trip’s sister when I pursued her and since then, I’ve seen Trip once, at the annual biker run and my affiliation with Bandit is none of your fucking business. I have the same affiliation with almost every MC in the state, so fuck you and your assumptions.”