Fight'n Rage Gal 소설 & 이야기

Everyone was rooting for her. The gate to the other side of the ring swing open and a girl waked in. She was petite and looked younger than I was. She walked over to the middle of the ring and her eyes found mine. Her golden brown eyes were dead and there was no sense of life in them. "Fight!" The commentator yelled and a bell went off. Mel rushed towards me in an instant. From her hands spawned small daggers that were made out of fire. I instantly deduced that she was a close ranged fighter and her main abilities were from the element, fire.

Six gammas pack enforcers built like siege engines. Cheers sounded in the crowd. The second Gerald’s hand dropped, the circle detonated. It was beautiful and brutal. Thorne, the shaved-headed gamma with the neck tattoo, charged Marcus first. Marcus twisted away, but Thorne caught him mid-spin and drove him into the dirt. One down. Lila, the only female in the fight, braids whipping like weapons took out Jax with a leg sweep, then flipped Viktor over her hip before he could recover. The crowd howled for her.

She wouldn’t be so lucky. “How far has it spread?” “Far enough. Two packs east of us are repeating the story. One in the north thinks she’s a myth. But the more she fights, the louder it gets.” I turned away, fists clenched at my sides. She kept going. “Someone described her movements. Said she fights like she was trained in palace combat. That narrows it.” “They’ll figure it out,” I muttered. “Yeah. And when they do, Axel won’t be far behind.”

The personal assistant bit her lips. Minah’s fans call her the daredevil for doing everything that a lot of women dare not to because of fear of getting hurt. She had been interested in Muay Thai. Four months later, just a few days after her modeling break, she participated in an amateur fight in Bangkok without Night and Innif’s knowledge. She won the fight but she earned a cut on her lip and two brooding bodyguards sent by the king of jerks. But neither Night nor Nathaniel could stop her. She got a minor role in a television drama and starred in an action movie as a female villain where she did dangerous stunts without using a stunt double.

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.

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.