Fight Me Novels & Stories

she asked out of habit. “In place,” Kai said. “Blue?” “In my pocket.” “Good. Then work.” Aria let go, and they walked on. Outside, the display was already flashing the next matchup’s names, but inside, two short words and one long day’s lesson remained: you can win a fight against your opponent, but the victory only matters if, in the middle of it, you don’t lose the one who can bring you back inside the ropes when, for a moment, you’d step out of the world.

I look straight at the camera, at all the thousands of people who were watching from different places. "I declare war against Orka and all that it stands for." "I promise you that we are not going down without a fight. We are going to avenge the lives of all those who died. We will get justice for the deaths of all those innocent kids who were killed." "This is a fight that I am not planning to lose. And I assure you we are not going to lose." I declare, not once breaking eye contact from the camera.

He'd risked his life to come and save me, and I owed him the same thing. The vampire popped his shoulder back into its place, and he advanced on me. I met him head-on, and ducked under his first wild swing. I sidestepped the second and dodged the third. When the fourth punch came, I grabbed his wrist and, like Quinten had done, I snapped it with all my might.

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

Your date meeting your opponent from a fight that he forbade you to take any part of and possibly figuring out that you are fighting for the money to help him with his mother’s medications. FML. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You.” Adam gritted out once again, already on his feet and a step behind me. The guy smirked at him. “Oh, does the little fighter have a boyfriend?” I anxiously watched them glare at each other, switching my stare back and forth between them. “Well, this boyfriend is going to kick your ass if you don’t start running,” Adam growled lowly so that no one else could hear him. My breath got caught in my throat once the words left his mouth.

“Now you can attack—no one will shoot.” I steadied myself, feeling the fire within, my own strength rising to meet the challenge. My heart beat fiercely in my chest as I prepared to join the fray, ready to unleash everything I had. This was our fight, and I would stand with my mates to the end.

Tears poured out of my eyes. 'It's not true.' I wanted to tell him. My body did not desire a monster like him. "Look at me when I talk to you." Slap. Iron from my blood coated my teeth and tongue. It was all I could taste. I was tired. I had to do something. I had to fight even if it meant that I would die. I raised my fist and punched his nose. I used all the strength in me to thrash my legs so his movements became unstable. I had to fight. I kept doing everything I could till I hit his groin.

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.

I get into my protective rogue mind state. Let the fight begin.

Groaning at the pain I feel in my body. “How are you feeling?” he asks. “Half dead I guess…” I say, trying to shrug my shoulders only to feel a sharp pain everywhere. He scoffs. “The pain you are feeling right now means you’re not half dead. You are very much alive.” He says. I close my eye. I do not say anything. “Can you tell me what happened?” he asks “I fought with a bear and the bear lost.” I say sarcastically. “See if you have time to joke around you’re not dead.” He scoffs.