Fight'n Rage Gal Novels & Stories

Rager was not going to stand for it. Galien came into my Chambers after he made his way through the pack members crowding the door to see this sight before him as well. I could hear murmurs of voices but did not pay attention to their words. All I was focused on was the fact our mate was on the floor in the grasp of someone who was about to pay dearly. "Get away from her," Galien shouted at the men, causing them to take a few steps away from her. Rager made sure to keep an eye on all three of them. When she finally managed to sit up, you could tell she was frightened. She tried to crawl along the floor over to the corner post of the bed and held onto it. She did not bother to look at me now.

She just wants to protect her and son's heart. She wore a tight fitting gown that revealed her figure with a ruffled layers skirt. It's a spaghetti strap so her shoulders are visible and her back is a little low so even her tattoo is visible. He got it tattooed in Brazil, a big rose flower it had thorns. The gown is cream in color and almost fits her body. She had a messy bun and wore a pair of black diamond earrings. She didn't put some make up because you already know.

I blinked once. “Get rid of the body.” And that was when we heard it. Anguish screams. “Probably the person Gina is fighting with.” Shit. I stood up and left the chambers to go have a look. She is fighting with Akita? She knows that Akita is the best female warrior in the whole of the Infinity park. What the hell was Gina thinking fighting with her? Fuck!

The wolf growled its displeasure but didn’t fight him. Movement caught his attention below the rise, and his gaze lifted to the training grounds. He shifted closer to the shadows, instincts sharpening as he saw her. Eira. Hair tied back. Expression focused. Sparring hard with Ryn — one of Crescent Fang’s senior female warriors, respected for her precision and ruthless efficiency. A poor match for anyone seeking an easy distraction, but exactly the kind Eira would choose. Ryn struck first, a demanding combination of jabs meant to probe Eira’s guard.

I clenched my fists and charged at her, sending a punch that cut through the air like a bullet. But she was fast. Too fast. Rage is a great motivation, but it can also be deadly. She caught my fist with a cruel grin, twisting my wrist sharply. I felt pain move up my arm, but I refused to cry out. Instead, I reacted. I drove my knee into her stomach, and the impact forced her backward. She slipped through the dirt with blood dripping from her lip as her eyes burned with fury. Nyx took her chance.

"Fira?" Still, my mouth was shut. If I would reveal my feelings right now, definitely it would not to Hali or Zephyrus. Raiden and Colden had sense in terms of serious problems and heart talks. "You're not going to invite me with bloody training if you don't have a problem." Hali turned around and hit me in the straight direction of arnis, striking my belly. I immediately dodged, moved aside and fought back using a punch on his jaw. He coughed with blood as he touched his jaw. "Ouch! You used your hands again! This us arnis fight, not body fight!"

The battle raged on, the line between friend and foe blurred in the haze of combat. Beside me, Lucas, a hulking brute with brawn and agility, unleashed a powerful flurry of strikes, his massive form a whirlwind of fury. His towering presence struck fear into the hearts of our enemies, their blows bouncing off his formidable frame. Lena, a lithe and nimble warrior, darted through the chaos, her blades dancing with deadly precision. She expertly deflected enemy attacks, her movements a mesmerizing blend of elegance and lethal grace. Her agility was unmatched, and she swiftly neutralized any threat that dared cross her path.

Belle trailed off. “Control your anger?” Pooh guessed. Belle snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” They exchanged looks. Fighting wasn’t just throwing punches. It was strategy, control, focus. Done right, it could be discipline, even therapy. Anthony shook his head. “No. There are other sports. Basketball, swimming, bowling, and golf. Anything. Fighting isn’t for you.” “You don’t get to decide that,” Belle shot back. “What if it is right for me?” “Just give her a shot,” Kyle said. “A trial run. If she hates it, she can move on to something safer.”

Our movements synced instinctively, like we’d fought together for years. He glanced at me, his golden eyes blazing. “You’re a red haired little devil, aren't you?” I nocked another arrow, aimed, and shot as I said. “Save the poetry for after we survive the night, Nightbane.” A Bloodfang warrior lunged at me then, his axe swinging for my chest. I ducked, the blade grazing my shoulder, and drove my dagger into his side. He crumpled, but another took his place, his claws raking toward my throat. Before I could react, Veyra appeared, her scarred face fierce as she tackled the warrior, her own blade flashing. She pinned him down and finishes him off with a swipe of her claws.

“Son of a b*tch, how dare you hit my girlfriend, are you looking for death? I’ll fight you today!” Ben clenched his fists and charged toward Fane. His fist was aiming for Fane. This time, Fane acted quickly and grabbed him by the arm before pulling it hard. Ben fell onto the ground with his face down. “I don’t care if she’s your girlfriend. If she shames us warriors, especially those who have lost their lives, she deserves to be hit!”