Come Out Fighting Book Novels & Stories

With yells unlike that of the Viking warriors, their men surrounded them unheeding the dangers of spraying bullets as they fought to a standstill. Revving engines roared from afar and the men up in the hills dropped one after the other with bloodcurdling yells. In a desperate move, one turned towards where Serena was still screaming and he fired a moment before one of Kincaid's men dropped him. The man yelled and fell but the bullet whizzed toward Serena. "Move!" Kincaid shouted and turned towards her. Serena saw his body jerk and his gun flew out of his hand as his eyes widened!

My lips curled into a snarl, my golden eyes blazing with a fire that matched the inferno of my will. "Stand your ground!" I commanded the patrol guard, voice unwavering. "We'll drive them back together." With a primal roar, I lunged into the fight. My movements were a dance of fury and precision, and I utilized every technique I had trained for over the years, my blows landing accurately and strategically. It was a brutal battle, with the scent of blood and the clash of forces filling the air.

“You see? That shows that being alive is you fighting. All you need to do is find the balance. You don’t need to stop being a fighter. You just need to control what you fight for. Direct it. Fighting may be a part of your life, but it does not have to be who you are. You fight to live. I fight to live. The child who was just born fights to live. Even the warrior breathing his last breath on the field is fighting as well. But you know who else is fighting? Rogues, tearing through people’s packs, through people’s livelihoods. And for what? Because they have the power to do it. That’s still fighting. What defines fighting is what you use it for, how you direct that energy.” I let out a small br

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

Steel flashed in trembling hands and their armor clanked with desperation. Evelyn moved with deadly grace, every strike calculated, every motion fluid. Her claws ripped through metal and flesh, sending guards crashing to the cracked stones. Teeth sank deep, jaws crushing bone, muscles coiling and snapping like springs. The fight was raw, brutal and swift, a violent dance of shadows and fury.

An elderly man, his hair white and queued with Silverfang sigils, moved forward. "Then we fight. For the last time." "No." Emereah made herself rise. Her voice trembled, but it was tempered steel. "We fight to win. To live. Or we burn the sky doing it." The old man nodded slowly. A small smile pulled at her cracked lips. Then — the clomp of boots. Shouts. From the woods' shadows, torches flickered like burning eyes. Vladimir's soldiers. Her heart tightened. She turned to her people.

a voice growled from the back. Arric stood his ground, his team flanking him, ready for battle. "Make me," he replied defiantly. Nigel, Jimothy, and Craineghis jumped down from the craft in an impressive prance. With that, the battle erupted in a flurry of claws, fangs, and growls. Arric and his team moved with precision and ferocity, taking down their opponents one by one. Bishop, skilled with unmatched agility, spun and dodged attacks with deadly accuracy. York, with brute strength, bulldozed through the enemy lines, leaving a trail of defeated foes in his wake. Craineghis used intelligence to outwit his opponents and strike from unexpected angles. Jimothy, unleashed his fury with unmatche

Donald tried to grab me— I twisted free— Spun— And kicked him hard in the side. THUD! He slid back across the dirt. A long mark forming under his boots. Silence fell over the field. Donald straightened slowly. His eyes now fully sharp. “No holding back now,” he said. I breathed hard. My voice came low. “Good.” Then— We collided again. The fight turned wild. Fast. Relentless. Donald was strong. Very strong. But this time— I wasn’t breaking. I wasn’t freezing. I wasn’t scared. I was fighting.

I shouldn't enjoy this. "You are such a little slut aren't you," he whispered evilly against my ear, as he moved his attack there. I tried to weekly shove him off, but I was drained. Mentally and physically. My body felt like jelly from fighting him up to this point, and now that I was naked the endeavor seemed pretty fucking pointless.

I have to try. I walked forward but Yuji suddenly grabbed my wrist. I looked at him and saw that he's firmly shaking his head. I let go of his grip and said, "Don't worry, I got this." As I get closer to the man, all I can see is his evil smirk. Ha. Looks like it'll be an interesting fight.