Fight Club Novels & Stories

He's a good liar. Jax pulled back the microphone. "So, nothing is going on between you two?" He asked. "No." Liam and I both said at the same time. Some of the guys started whistling and yelling for me. Jessie P.O.V. I was hiding in the fight club with the guys. We all wore jeans with hoods or hats to cover our faces. We stood in the back. I looked up when the guy in charge announced that a girl was trying to become their newest fighter. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I saw Julie in the cage with a guy that could eat her whole.

He rubbed my arms as he might see the fear in my eyes, but I was not entirely convinced about going with the guys if it would not involve something dangerous and reckless. “We’re in a nightclub, Knight. Unless you’re preparing for a dance number, which I am sure you’re not, I know you’re planning on doing something reckless after what they did to the twins. Tell me, or I walk out.” Luka and Kaleb just stood there, hiding their smiles from their alpha. “Yes, this is a nightclub owned by the bikers, and it’s still closed, but there’s an underground fight club under it.” “A what?” I asked in shock and terror. And you’re going to fight?”

Just one line: "Defeat is humiliation. Even victors can learn to lose." No name. No signature. "That's it?" Lennox asked. Kenji nodded. "For now. Nothing else." "Facial recognition?" "They wore hoods and masks. Generic clothing. Only odd detail—we spotted a neck tattoo on one. Not clear, but likely Cyrillic. Could be Ukrainian or Russian." "There've been cases in Berlin," Diego said quietly. "Illegal boxing clubs. Soviet-era zones. Abandoned factories. They raided some two years ago—but didn't clean them all out."

A woman is inside, speaking into a speakerphone. "Fight Club Night! You know how it is, come test your abilities!" she says, with a lot of enthusiasm. We don't pay much attention to her, until she says, "If you’re an alpha and you love easy money, come check out Fight Club Night! Come on, guys, everyone loves fighters. The prize is one thousand dollars and there’s only five fights available. It's fun, I promise!" We all think the same thing, apparently, because we don't even say anything, we just get up and walk to the van, just like some other guys who were coming out of the club. The woman hands us a flyer and tells us it's le

The only thing I knew how to do. I fought. That's why I was there. The underground fight club smelled like shit. Sweat, blood, and whatever dreams had died there. I was tearing into some poor bastard like I wanted to kill him. The crowd was going nuts, screaming like a bunch of lunatics. This place, hidden deep under the city, was a playground for sick fucks who got their kicks from watching men beat each other to a pulp. Money flowed like water, all stained with pain and suffering. Roman and I, we'd been coming there for years. But that night, it felt different. It was like there was something missing, something off. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I was the o

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.

It takes a few minutes for word to spread that ‘fight club’ is happening again, but soon every available warrior is there, some just to watch, but most are starting to queue up to have their turn in the ring with her. She starts with three opponents, and it goes from there. Soon it was seven, then eight. But it held at eight for a while. People were tagging others in, but not more than one each. Which was fine, it was taxing, but not crazy. There’s a medic on standby, but everyone’s walking away mostly uninjured. Minor bruising is the worst she’s inflicted, bar the odd busted lip. But she tried to avoid the face, and groin. Opting mostly for body shots, legs a

He would prove to Tuan Watson that he was serious about marrying her. Once he reached the basement, Bastian got on his motorcycle and sped off toward the fight arena in the warehouse near the harbor. When he arrived, the crowd had already filled the area around the ring. Near the partitioned locker room, the Blackfist crew sat on a bench. Bastian’s face brightened when he saw Anthony there. “Hey, you came,” Bastian said. Anthony nodded awkwardly, trying to hide his suspicion and act casual. “No way I’d miss my own buddy’s fight, right?” Anthony chuckled. “It’s good to have you back.”

I practically snatch the phone out of Mika’s hand, staring intensely at the digital poster glowing on the screen. It’s a promotional fight flyer for an underground match. In the center of the dark, gritty graphic sits Trey. He’s shirtless, his mouthwatering physique on display, those icy orbs staring nonchalantly into the camera. Next to him is another fighter–a huge bald guy whose biceps look like tree trunks. He appears even bigger and broader than Trey. The bold, bloody typography across the flyer reads: THE VAULT UNDERGROUND: NIGHT OF BLOOD & GLORY DON'T MISS THE EPIC SHOWDOWN OF THE CENTURY!

“YES! DESTROY ME! BREAK YOUR FIGHT WHORE!” He fucked me like a machine, his massive hips slamming into me with brutal force while the crowd roared. Another fighter shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands. I was completely filled, moaning like a broken slut as they used me in the center of the cage. For the next several hours, the entire underground fight club claimed their ultimate prize.