Fight Club Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t the light at all. Goodnight.” They all looked at each other. “Any idea what she was talking about?” Maggie said. Reena and Mia shrugged. “No,” Mia said. “Not a clue.” **** The next morning at just before eight o’clock, Adam pulled up to The Rock Fighting Club. Katie was already there, he saw, and he hurried to unlock the door. “Hey,” he said. “You’re early.” “Yeah.” She smiled up at him, her eyes glowing. “So are you.”

he thinks bitterly, his fangs grinding. Later that night, deep inside a massive, blood-stained underground fight club on the south side of Crescent Ridge Territory, over a thousand savage wolves roar and cheer as two powerful males face off inside the iron-fanged ring. One fighter is built like a wild grizzly, his face covered in scars and his massive chest thick with matted black fur. He charges across the dirt with a deafening roar that shakes the wooden rafters. His opponent is an unassuming, slender young man with a friendly, boyish smile who looks completely harmless to the eye.

"Man, you are one mean son of a bitch. That fighter from Ecuador...missed his name...you broke his left cheek with one hit during that MMA bout in New Orleans last Thanksgiving. The only thing almost as impressive was that guy managed to stand up afterwards." No, I wasn't buttering this guy up. There was no point. I only knew about him because the whole 'martial ardor' doesn't have to be yours to get some tail. Girls who like watching physical combat - MMA, Kick-boxing, Boxing, and the NHL (WWE if they are somewhat gullible) - will jump on your bones at the completion of that match. "I think this pussy called you his bitch," Orlando came my way. I gently pushed Brooke and Libra aside to give

He replied," Oh! it's a famous fighting club...not far from here!" Mia said," What? a fighting club? This girl! She has not yet recovered fully! why she has to join a fighting club? I know she is quite a badass...I have seen her kicking people's ass.... Now, i understood....she wants to protect me....Oh my god! She is unbelievable! She knew I might disagree with her joining a fighting club looking at her health....but still she did!" Mia couldn't believe Fuoco would care so much about her. They had been friends for a few days only and she was already treating her like a family.

If I didn’t know better I would say she was bipolar; smiling and jovial one moment and in the next moment she was staring at you blankly like a psychopath. “Well?” I asked. “I heard about what happened, the newspaper cartoon.” “Oh,” I responded simply. So that was the reason for this meeting. I hardly see why a cartoon incident should be any reason for Annabel to break the Reading rules and bring me outside to talk. “I heard you got into a fight with Heather and Tyler for it.” Oh, I see, she wants to pronounce punishment on me for fighting in school. “Yeah, basically I fought all members of the Bad Boys Club.” I mean if she’s going to punish me might as well let her know I fought more than t

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

“We haven’t seen them meeting these guys but do you recognise any of them?” Taking his phone I flicked through the picture, apart from the Ducane brothers none of the other men appeared to be familiar. There were three in total, two of them wore black tailored suits. Both looked like they were built from the hands of the gods themselves. There was one that caught my eye, sandy blonde hair, that was styled as if he’d walked off a GQ shoot. He had to be one of the owners of the fight club, along with the other guy in a suit whose back was to us. The third guy looked like he was hired muscle. His muscles bulged making it look as though the black t-shirt he wore w

This was a place adults did their dirty dealing but who cares. After all, if it wasn't because everyone in fang city knew him and when he was born, who could tell from his body that he was below eighteen. "I am here to have fun and you guys can't stop me" He muttered. "You better get used to seeing me here or you can as well excuse yourself" he added under his breath not wanting to draw more attention. This was his first time at this clubhouse, Jerry, one of his friends had recommended it, "because I like it here" he added. Usually, he went to another elite clubhouse which might have been higher than this one, but this looked classier.

By the age of thirteen, I had learned the names of all the great families and how to kill them best. He turned me ruthless. He turned me deadly. He turned me unstoppable. And yet, somehow, I was standing opposite Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless man in the underworld—and he was staring at me as if I were a puzzle he wished to disassemble. The air was filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and whiskey. Underground fight clubs existed—raw, unfiltered, and brutal. The warehouse, dimly lit, was full of it. The horde of men roared as fists landed against flesh, as bones cracked under sadistic force.

THE FIGHT CLUB LOCKER ROOM AT 2 AM PT 1 At 2 AM the underground fight club was finally emptying out. The air hung thick with the sharp smell of sweat, and blood. In the shadows near the cage, Selene stood watching. She was thirty-seven, her body was lean and muscled from years of training fighters. Black ink tattoos were up her ribs and disappeared under the tight black tank top she wore. Not long ago, Remy had landed the final punch inside the cage. The twenty-three-year-old fighter’s feral eyes burned with victory as his opponent dropped to the mat. The crowd roared one last time before the referee raised Remy’s arm.