Fight Me Novels & Stories

She was aiming for his crotch, but the gut will work. Either way it serves to piss him off. “You fucking bitch!” Lifting his hand, he smacks her hard across the face. “Help me!”

One Month Later "Harder!" Faye grunts as I throw another punch her way. "I might hurt you, Faye," I say, panting heavily. "I am the strongest female warrior in this pack and beyond. A little punch won’t hurt me. Now hit me harder—channel all your anger and hit me!" she commands. I growl, using all the anger I feel toward everyone, and throw a punch straight at her face. She stumbles back from the force, groaning as she hits the floor.

The rhythm is aggressive, messy around the edges, like he’s trying to overpower me instead of thinking the fight through. I block, pivot, and shove him backward with my shoulder. “Slow down,” I growl. “You’re fighting like a damn bull.” Micah wipes sweat from his jaw with the back of his wrist. “Maybe I am.” He rushes me again. This time he swings wide, aiming for my neck with a strike that would have opened his chest completely if this were a real fight. I catch his blade and twist my wrist, knocking the weapon aside before kicking his leg out from under him.

One step forward. The ground cracks beneath my feet. “They’re not my weakness.” Another step. “They’re my reason.” The figures react. Violently. All at once. Attacking again. But this time— I don’t hesitate. I don’t falter. I don’t look at their faces. I move. Fast. Precise. Unstoppable. One strike. One down. Doesn’t matter if they reform. Doesn’t matter if they come back. Because now— I’m not fighting them.

Shall MIng fight back? Happy reading.

“No. When he came, I fought back. I’m never supposed to fight back, but I couldn’t take that kind of punishment. I hit him in the head with a bottle. There was so much blood, I was sure I killed him. So I ran.” “And that’s when Laurence found you,” Levi stated. “I’m sorry I asked—” “It’s okay, really,” Doriane stated confidently and wiped the path her tear had left. “I’m learning that’s not normal.” “Absolutely not. Don’t ever think it is.” Levi didn’t mean to snap his words, but when they came out like that, he couldn’t take them back. Doriane flinched from his words and froze as if trying to understand what he was doing.

This fight… Is not like the others.

His eyes flare with surprise, but he recovers quickly, launching himself at me again with renewed aggression. We clash in a whirlwind of strikes and counters, each blow reverberating through the ground beneath us. The crowd fades into the background as we get lost in the fight. He’s relentless; each move is calculated to wear me down and force me into a mistake. But I’ve been trained by the best warrior—my grandfather—and honed into a weapon designed to withstand the worst. This fight isn’t just physical; it’s a test of will and restraint.

He smirked at me, revealing a row of crooked teeth, but I remained composed, my focus unwavering. The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and we circled each other, testing the waters. I feinted left, then lunged right, delivering a swift jab to his midsection. He grunted in pain, but retaliated with a powerful swing that I narrowly dodged. Adrenaline surged through my veins as we exchanged blows, each strike fueled by determination and grit. I danced around my opponent, landing a flurry of punches with precision and speed. The crowd cheered, egging me on as I gained the upper hand in the fight. With each hit, I could feel victory within my grasp, my confidence soaring higher with e