Eight Rules Of Fight Club Novels & Stories

Just when I was about to retort, we heard children fighting from the other side of the hall. I waded through the crowd to see a fat kid pinning Charlie down on the floor, glaring at him while Charlie clutched his head. I was so terrified that I began to tremble. I instantly ran over and pulled the fat kid away from him. Charlie's face was scratched and his shoulder was dislocated, but he was insistent on not shedding a single tear. The fat kid spotted Howard and immediately ran to him, burying in his arms sobbing. "Daddy, he called me a fatherless child. He also called me a liar…" Jason Smalls sobbed.

The crowd around the ring cheers and beats the mat loudly. "She's gonna murder him." Saint quips happily. "You think? Ghost is pretty strong, you know." "Trust me. I know my mate better than anyone. Besides you, Ghost is my best friend. Lex is stronger." He confirms. “Aww, I’m your best friend?” I coo at him. “Shut up and watch the beat down, dummy.” He snarls at me. "Alright, you both know the rules. Fight until there's a tap out, three-second pin, or knock out. Oh and wolf strength only, no using your abilities, Luna." The trainer announces. "You both ready?"

I nodded, feeling a new kind of energy in the changed outfit. The empty bag sat in the corner, a reminder that sometimes, you needed to switch things up to be ready for what was coming. “What are the rules?” I asked, jumping side to side and throwing a few punches in the air. “No rules. The goal is what guides how far you’ll go. You need to understand what your intention is and focus on that. In a fight, emotions should always be secondary because they can cloud your judgment.” “Shift your weight, Ella. Keep your guard up,” he said but all my brain heard was bells ringing, making it hard to follow any of his instructions.

"You think a man will let you get close enough to hit him just because you’re fast? The world doesn’t fight fair, Massimo. So you don’t either. Get up." He scrambled to his feet, fire in his eyes. I could already see it, the hunger. He didn’t just want to win. He wanted to destroy. "Lesson one," I said, stepping toward him, "The weak don’t get second chances. You go down in a fight, you don’t fucking stay down. You bite, you claw, you rip their throat out if you have to. You understand?" Massimo nodded, sweat dripping from his hairline. "Lesson two." I crouched slightly, lowering my voice to something almost gentle. "Never let them see you break."

And if that fails, I have three proven methods — Hit something Fuck something Ride something fast Rule 3: Fight to win. Second place is just a polite way of saying loser. On the track — and every other part of my life — I don’t participate — I dominate. People call my maneuvers and stunts wild and reckless. I call it ownership. Rule 4: Show no fear. Fear cracks control. Cracks get exploited. In races, fights, life — fear gets you killed.

Not as heavily built as an Alpha, but fast and deadly in his own right. Professor Martinez stepped into the center of the ring, her expression disapproving but resigned. "Official pack challenge rules apply. Fight continues until one party yields, loses consciousness, or I determine the conflict has been resolved. Excessive force that risks permanent injury will result in immediate disqualification and academic consequences." "Understood," I said. "Understood," Ben echoed. "Then take your positions." We moved to opposite sides of the marked circle. The crowd quieted, anticipation thick enough to taste. This was it. Eight years of anger and hurt and unresolved feelings about to be settled thr

"What is the absolute first rule of fighting, Aiden?" Aiden thought carefully, tracing back through the stories his father had told him. "To always protect the people standing behind you?" Killian smiled proudly, his golden eyes gleaming. "Exactly. And what is the second rule?" Aiden grinned, his confidence returning. "Never enter a fight simply because you are angry. You fight because someone helpless needs you to be strong." Killian nodded firmly, tapping his sword against Aiden's in a gentle salute. "Good boy. Now, watch my footing."

He had that look on his face where he was up to something but wouldn’t tell what it was. Nonetheless, I couldn’t hope to know it now. All I could do is focus on myself and the next round. I was paired with the girl and Steve was paired with the boy. Hayden asked us to step inside the circle and announced, “Same rules like before. You have two minutes. And, you can make use of all fighting techniques but you are not allowed to lethally injure your opponent or hit their face. Everything else is fine.” The announcement made everybody gasp. He had somehow implied that the fight could turn bloody if we wanted to but as long as we didn’t kill the other person or send them close to death, it was fi

Kael was already waiting at the clearing when I got there, shirt off again, wooden staff in hand. “Today’s simple,” he said. “I hit you. You don’t let me.” “Simple,” I repeated flatly. “Right.” He tapped the staff against his palm. “Rule one: don’t flinch. Flinching gets you killed. Rule two: block with your forearms, not your face. Rule three: if you go down, get up. Understand?” I nodded, tightening my stance. “Good. Let’s start slow.” He swung. It wasn’t hard, but it was fast.

He briefly summarised her line of defense. “I could not resist, I admit my sin.” “The real warrior controls his desires and personal prejudices.” “I will remember.” “Techniques that pose a significant threat to the health of the fuckers are strictly forbidden, so elbow blows or attacking the genitals are forbidden, of course only in public, especially in the light of the security cameras.” “My dear master, it wasn’t a fair fight so all holds were allowed. You are the one who taught me that.” “You should tell that to the poor club owners, who are dealing with the fuckers layers.”