Fight Club Graphic Novels & Stories

The Impressive fact was that despite having an old-looking sword in his hand, the man resisted the Yaksha’s weapon bravely. Creed gradually bends his neck to see around a squad of 7 people in battle armors. All of them were undoubtedly strong. So strong that Creed doubted if he could beat even one of them. Besides, the person who fought the Yaksha was even more domineering. He seemed like the squad leader. The very first thing that Creed noticed from this group that they all had a discernible logo of a burning fist carved on their battle armors, along with a single star at the bottom. The moment he spotted that logo, Creed’s eyes widened. He recognized this symbol very well.

He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.

Albert even knew what he was going to do with the images later. "Motherfucker." He fell on top of Rick, and they both rolled on the floor, trying to get the cell phone on which the video was filmed. Seconds later, security guards came to separate the fight and expel everyone involved from that club. Max was swearing profusely as they walked away into the parking lot of the place, they hadn't seen the others when the guards separated them. "What fucking bastards... Were you able to get the cell phone?" He asked. "No..."

I have to admit, if I had a mate as fine as Sheridan, I’d watch her coming and going as long as possible, too. Trey turns back to me and Simmon. His eyes narrow on me. “Hey, Alex,” his voice drips bitterness. “You still on to fight Friday?” “Last I checked, I was still on the schedule.” I quit working at the Fight Club as a bouncer a few weeks ago, but fighting is good for my bear. “Good.” Trey shows his teeth in a macabre grin. “We have a special guest ready to fight you. Be ready.” I watch him stride away. He’s a big, bad wolf, but not as dangerous as I am.

He felt ashamed, which I assumed it was from him forgetting my abilities. “I’ll manage.” I took a deep breath and collected myself. Damian was rubbing his hand up and down my back, trying to help relax me. As we got to the door, I took one last deep breath and prepared myself. The bouncer held out his hand as Damian put a yellow card into it. He looked at it before opening the door, allowing us to enter. I had never been to an undergrown fight club, but this wasn’t what I pictured. It was a large wrestling ring in the middle of a chain-link fence. There were vampires, witches and wolves mixed in with humans and no one gave a shit about the other. I kept my aura deep within as I watched a vam

Alice sighed before she stood up straight and delivered the final bullet to his head. It was almost nine when she got to Walsh Hanson’s fight club. Walsh was a stubby fellow, polite when he needed to be and always paid his dues to Don Diablo on time. He had been running this fighting ring for as long as Alice could remember, and a lot of men came in to fight for cash and a few additional strings. If some were lucky, they were offered the opportunity to join Walsh’s club if they wanted. This was the place to be on a Saturday night, if someone was interested in seeing women and men kicking the shit out of each other. Alice had heard that a skilled fighter was coming to fight one of Walsh’s box

He raised his knuckle right then, projecting his pure vigor and materializing a steel gauntlet as he launched a punch at Frank's cheek. The jailer was actually Birthright ranked! "Watch out!" Scarface, who was panting after taking down the flunkie, barely had the time to react when he saw Tigris launching a jab at Frank's face. And judging from the thick pure vigor enveloping Tigris' knuckle, he was not just intent on beating Frank—he clearly intended to kill! If the punch struck true… Scarface flinched—if he were in Frank's face, his face would blow up like a watermelon, with the pieces scattering everywhere.

Didn’t cut me open just to see if I’d bleed truth. When I held Laura, I saw Thea’s silhouette against the kitchen light. When I fucked Laura, I remembered the way Thea demanded to be on top, eyes locked on mine like a dare, like a claim. They were two different worlds. And it took me three goddamn years to figure out which one I could survive in. So when Austin Fletcher ran his mouth about me rigging the fight, claiming I couldn’t have won clean, I knew it would escalate. And it did. The press got wind of it. Words turned to fists. Fists turned into charges.

The fight began It was funny when one of the guys from the football team tried to punch Luther on his face and Luther didn't even move or blink but his hand definitely fractured The fight didn't even last Five minutes and all the football players were already down We simply took our bags and left, it was kind of cool though ______after lunch we went to watch Frankie practice and by we I mean Luther, Caleb and me My body guards The football team all hate us now, but in my defense they started it, only if they knew who they were really up against

Cazzo, he had the most contagious smiles known to mankind. But as I drew closer, a frown etched its way upon my face, my eyes darting towards the bruises near his lips. I reached out my fingers to touch softly brush them against his bruise. "What happened?" His brows eyebrows raised, taken aback by my unexpected gesture. But then he took hold of my hand and kissed my palm, catching me off guard instead. "Fight club." He replied, as his fingers interlaced with mine. "It's just something I do sometimes."