Fight'n Rage Gal Novels & Stories

Then suddenly, she sprang up from the bed and stood naked in front of me. “It’s because she’s back, isn’t it?” I knew exactly who she was talking about, but I looked away, pretending not to. But that was a mistake, as the argument suddenly took a completely different turn. The anger in her instantly spiked… like the temperature of a sick person. “Oh my God.” She gasped, her entire frame now shaking with rage. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” “Camilla would you please stop?” “No!” Her voice rose again. “Sure you are.”

“No claws. No teeth. Knife to knife. First blood wins.” Raze’s eyes gleam. “First blood? I thought you’d say death.” “I’m a healer,” I say. “I don’t kill unless I have to.” He shrugs. “Your funeral.” The circle forms fast. Black Fang warriors. Our warriors. The chained omegas pressed to the back, eyes wide. Alaric catches my wrist. “If he touches you—” “Then you end him,” I say. “But he won’t.” Because I’ve been watching. The way Raze moves. Favors his left side. Old wound, probably. And he’s arrogant. He thinks I’m weak.

Fuck, it hurts like hell. "Fight me like the badass bitch you are. Not as a weak human" The girl mumbles and kicks me so hard in the stomach. I drop to the floor as I continuously cough. More kicks follow and I wonder how the hell she is so strong. "Get up and fight me, dog. Aren't you stronger, their fucking princess?" The girl lifts me from the ground by my neck, and I spit blood. No. This is a bad sign. "I said fight me" the bitch yells and instantly hauls me from the floor. My back forcefully hits a tree and air leaves my lungs. I can't move.

I look to see it’s Dastan with Myra standing behind him. I try to pull out of his grip but my other hand is holding my coffee, I quickly switch and use my now free hand to punch him in the gut. Gah! He releases me and stumbles back into Myra, my brother comes up behind me ready to fight you got some nerve showing up here you fker! I raise my hand to stop Thorn because I know his temper is the worse of us all. What do you want Dastan, I’m sure I made it clear to you that I do not want to see you ever again

She has her hair in a bun and looks drop dead gorgeous. I tell her to follow me and go to my garage and open the door for her of my black and white koenigsegg. She looks at me and raises her eyebrow.I tell her we are gonna train near my favorite spot so if we decide to shift we can. She just nods then gets in but before I close the door I hear her say in her lowest voice she said thank you. We pull up and get out. We start with stretches and then I begin teaching her basic defensive moves and when I say she catches on quick she almost took me down three or four times.

With a surge of determination, he lunged forward, his movements fueled by a potent mix of anger and resolve. The clash between Fester and Sangre was a dance of raw power and calculated strikes. Each blow reverberated through the clearing, the impact resonating with a thunderous force. Their movements were a blur, a symphony of violence and skill, as they dodged, parried, and retaliated with precision.

Never quite this personal. Ronan landed a solid hit with his fist to Elias’s jaw, feeling the satisfying crack of bone. Elias laughed, actually laughed, blood on his teeth, and drove his elbow into Ronan’s ribs hard enough to crack armor. They grappled, tumbled down the small hill, weapons lost somewhere in the mud. Claws and fangs came out. Ronan’s wolf surged under his skin, desperate to rip this thing apart. Elias’s eyes burned brighter, veins standing out black under pale skin as he tried to sink fangs into Ronan’s throat.

Maybe you should give topics that will keep you alive. "Can you give me a good reason why that name is so important to you?" She asked and I inhaled and exhaled slowly. This was one of the reasons I killed. "I'm not gonna answer you scarecrow." I replied and she smiled kindly at me. "Perhaps I could call you that so I'll know what really happens," she said and I stood up. Curiosity kills the cat bitch. "Don't you dare say it." I ordered and she smiled at me. "Rage," she said softly and I snapped. I screamed in anger and ran into her, punching her mercilessly as she gasped for breath. No one calls me Rage.

I screamed. Adrien decided to see whether I was ticklish or not. The worse thing was that I wasn't ticklish and he was not believing me. "Stop! " I scream, his fingers were just digging into my bones and hurting me. "Okay, you are right. You are not ticklish." He finally says. "You--" I was about to lunge at him when my mother enters the room. "Fayth, no fighting!" She reprimands me and I cross my arms over my chest and pout.

She planted out a smirk. "I am not sure about this but I may be a bully but I am really not a killer." her minion said. They look at the knives that are on the floor. "I agree, you told us that we will just bully her. I do not want to have drops of blood on my hands. If you want this then I am out" The woman says. The two women stormed off the room and it leaves the two men, Lana and I. I wanted to test my strength as a so-called Luna. I position my hands on the side and I will allow them to take a hold of me- if they can.