Fight'n Rage Gal Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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 slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. “What the hell’s going on?” Charity asked. “There’s a huge fight out there. Some guys dragged Midge inside, he was bleeding,” Klara said, her voice quivering. “Mama, Jake’s out there,” Jamie said, and tried to get out of her arms. “Jake can take care of himself,” she said, and kept her arms around him tightly. The music was turned off and they could now clearly hear the sounds of fighting coming through the thin wall. There were screams, swearing, and then gunshots. The women in the dressing room screamed, and Klara cowered in the corner, her body shielding Jamie.

Growling, Faith warned, "Don't growl at me, you asked for this fight. It's not my fault you keep falling." Displeased by Faith's retort, Petta sprang up from the ground and brandished a blade from her back pocket, charging at Faith. I noticed the weapon in her hands, and it seemed Faith did too. As Petta swung the blade, it grazed Faith's arm as she blocked the attack intended for her face, resulting in a deep cut on her arm. Glancing at her wound nonchalantly, Faith knew she would heal as she had trained intensively in combat and pain management. Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing

Saelari surged forward, seizing control, her voice laced with fury. “You will not take my family from me,” she said, the words more a vow than a threat. “Not again.” She stepped forward and unleashed fire like they had never seen. It erupted in a cyclone around her—pure gold edged with red, forming wings of flame behind her back. The force knocked everyone off their feet, even Umbraeth stumbling as the heat twisted the air and carved new lines into the floor. His shriek echoed off the walls, unearthly and hateful.

"Die, you motherfuckers!" She let out a feral roar that ripped through the air, and in the next moment, she pressed the trigger. The gun erupted. Bullets screamed from every hole, a wild, unrelenting storm. Sparks lit the ground. Bodies dropped. Chaos bowed before her rage. Her eyes were locked ahead, cold and glowing with vengeance. Zade and Angie ducked, covering their heads as the firepower shook the ground. Rosa didn't stop. She moved forward with each blast, relentless, graceful, terrifying.

Ryan said quietly even as he felt the beast inside him crouch in readiness to attack. “Ow come on don’t be a pussy.” Her short laughter didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s very unattractive to beg. Name’s Camille by the way. And I’m here to fight you.” With that short announcement, Camille opened her palms and pointed all ten fingers towards the ground, releasing very nasty-looking claws. “Oh my god…” Ryan breathed. ***

Pure, unadulterated fury exploded from her chest in a terrifying roar. BOOM! Jasmine’s boot slammed into the lock of Room 408 with the force of a battering ram. The heavy wooden door splintered inward, crashing violently against the interior wall with a sound like thunder. "You fucking disgust me, you traitorous bastards!" Jasmine screamed, storming into the room like a feral storm. Drake leaped backward on the bed, pulling a sheet over his lower body in a flurry of panic, while the rival fighter—a towering, muscular alpha from the Northern European pack with heavy tattoos covering his neck—spun around with a lethal, dark scowl.

She recoiled from the judging stares, her entire body trembling as she muttered to herself. Suddenly, before anyone could react, she lunged at me, knocking me to the floor. Her hands locked around my throat, her eyes bloodshot. "Die! Just die! If you die, my face will come back! Aren't you my daughter? Consider your life a sacrifice for me! Die! Just die!" I struggled to breathe. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at her frantic state. Someone rushed forward and yanked her off me. She was no match for the crowd, and finally, she was pulled away.

I could feel it in my bones. She’s not the same, my wolf said, quiet and reverent. She’s waking up. I stepped closer, slow, silent. Rylan stood at the edge of the fight, watching with narrowed eyes, his blade dripping blood. Galen leaned against a tree, panting, bruised but grinning like a madman. “Tell me I didn’t just hallucinate that,” Galen muttered. “You didn’t,” I said, not taking my eyes off her. Rylan arched a brow. “She blew up half the flank with a power surge. That’s a new trick.”