Fight Me Novels & Stories

My fists are crackling with electricity, and each swing sends sparks flying, electrifying the air around me. I see Kellan, fighting valiantly by my side, his expression fierce but strained. He’s holding his own, but I can see the toll this battle is taking. I push forward, feeling my muscles burn with effort, but the storm within me drives me onward. I blast another group of soldiers, the lightning illuminating their terrified faces as they stumble back, unsure of how to fight against a force of nature.

Never underestimate your opponent. "You ready?" I nodded to him, and he walked over. "Okay, I'm sorry if you get hurt, but this is a fair fight. When you fight, no one else exists around you. Don't think of me as me. Imagine me as Jessica or Jessie." I had gotten so used to Liam using Jessie's name when teaching me to fight that I didn't flinch anymore.

And he said it so plainly and with a confident, dignified look on his face, as if he was sure he would be able to do what he offered in return. Steph thought about it and just when the bulky oldie’s hand touched Wilson, she came to a decision. ‘Why should I fight for those who don’t give a damn about me?’ Steph thought to herself and without any warning, she released from her grip and hit one of her colleagues, sorry ex-colleagues now, with a right elbow straight to his face. His nose shattered and blood gushed out. He staggered to the back and so did the rest of them. A lady created two small fireballs in both of her hands and threw them at Steph’s back. Of course, it would have been ridicu

Roger makes his way to Jason's home. He can't stop thinking about his mother and the last time he saw her. Suddenly his mind is invaded by Aiden. "Roger my good friend, you have been quiet these last few days. I think it's time for another round." "Where and when?" Aiden is taken aback by Roger's aggressive tone. " "Thursday morning 3 am, at the stadium construction site. Be prepared to take on another highborn, here is some incentive for you. If you beat him, you get to face me in our final fight." "You robbed me of a life with my family Aiden, for that you will die!" "I gave you a better life, you are more than just a fragile bag of blood living an insignificant life. You are immortal!" "Y

He sighed. “This isn’t an official fight, babe. No rules, nobody to call it off if things get too rough. More than that, it’s – it’s a grudge match. It’s personal. And that means that it’s going to get as ugly as it possibly can. If you’re there, I may feel like I have to hold back, to protect you from seeing me at my worst. But Simon’s going to come after me hard, and I’m going to have to do more than just defend myself. I’m going to have to give back as good as I get – and then I have to go farther.”

Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand. Fighting is both a game of strategy and preservation. You fight to protect your people, who count on you. Whoever comes out on top is stronger; they’re the ones to be feared. You hold that title until you fall. To be the best and remain at the top, you must always believe you can improve. You must believe that you don’t deserve the title constantly proving yourself to others daily, that you earned it. Practice until you bleed, until your body aches, and keep pushing until your limbs are too heavy to move and breathing burns your lungs.

With renewed determination, I ready myself for her next move. She lunges at me, her eyes blazing with fury. “You little bitch!” she screams as I dodge her attack, my body moving with the precision of a predator. Adrenaline courses through my veins, heightening my senses. I strike back, my blade slicing through the air, aiming for her exposed flank. “If you surrender, I’ll stop!” I cry, both hoping she does, but equally hoping she won’t. The thrill of the fight humming through my veins and with every strike, I am surprised how much I enjoy it.

The air crackles with anticipation as we prepare to face our adversaries head-on, united in our resolve to safeguard what matters most to us. The clash of metal against metal fills the air as our forces engage the enemy, the din of battle drowning out all other sounds. Every fiber of my being is focused on the task at hand, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I fight alongside my pack mates, each blow struck with precision and purpose.

I will fight for my family. ******

'This isn’t just a fight; it’s a fight for my family. With a surge of adrenaline, I charged again, feigning left before darting right. I struck his side, and for a brief moment, I thought I’d gained the upper hand. But Conri recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he lunged at me. I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen as he connected, knocking the wind out of me. 'I can’t fall. I won’t fall.'