Fight'n Rage Gal Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rage fuels me, hot and endless. I snap at his front legs as he cuts sideways. Miss. Again. And again. His teeth find my fur, tearing chunks free. I barely feel it. Adrenaline drowns everything else out. Lamen jumps, aiming high. I launch upward too and kick hard with my back legs. My strike lands clean in his ribs. He cries out and crashes to the ground. I’m on him in seconds, claws flashing, cutting into his belly. Blood spills bright and fresh. I hesitate for half a second too long as he struggles upright.

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.

“You dare to counter me yourself?” The middle-aged woman’s eyes were filled with appraisal when she saw that Fane had such a good fighting spirit. From her perspective, Fane was a third-grade ultimate god-level fighter at most. It was so easy that he did not pose any worries for her. “No, wait. His speed—it’s so fast!” However, the next second, Fane was already right before her. His speed shocked the woman so much that her face immediately darkened. When she saw that the Chi on Fane’s fist rippled in thick gold color, the middle-aged woman was slightly taken aback. “You’re actually a fourth-grade ultimate god-level fighter? How can this be? Unless you’re from the Nine Armies?”

I dressed and headed out to find my mate, still wanting to punch someone. Talya and Mase were fighting an intense mock battle. I watched the two of them twist and tumble in a flowing dance of offense and defense. Talya could fight. She could also take a punch and that caused my second problem. He was too close and he caused her pain. Fur and muscle split the sweats I'd put on. I barely noticed anyone when I exploded into the center of their circle. Mase went flying and I was on him before he had a chance to defend himself. I saw red and wanted his blood soaking my muzzle.

____________________________________________________________________ 🧡Loretta💚 I turned back and faced him Me: yes Andy: uhm, the black girl.. What's her name again? Me: Unugwa... Andy: Unuga? Me: no Unugwa... Andy: Unugwa Me: yes, so what about her? Andy: she has a freedom card? Me: of course she does. You didn't know? Andy : I didn't know at all. So Agnes has a rival

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Rage burned in her chest like fire. She needed to let it out-and dealing with these Bloodfang guards would help. She can't beat them all but she can definitely cause some damages. They came at her one after another. The first guard lunged, aiming to tackle her. Aria sharply twisted midair-his shoulder grazed her ribs as she rolled over his back. She hit the floor hard but sprang up instantly. Before he could throw a punch, she slammed her elbow into his spine. He groaned, but she didn't wait-her knee drove into his jaw.

She had her hand on her forehead. The lady looked stunning. However, she was glaring at Lucas. "How dare you knock me down!" Seemingly annoyed, the lady propped herself up and said to Lucas. Lucas' face showed no change of expression. The lady was a Genetic Fighter, and a Rank 3 Evolved One. "How dare you knock me, an elegant lady, down. I'll make sure you pay back with interest!" Rae said while staring at Lucas. "Can you not see that I'm not willing to talk to you?" Lucas said.

One Month Later "Harder!" Faye grunts as I throw another punch her way. "I might hurt you, Faye," I say, panting heavily. "I am the strongest female warrior in this pack and beyond. A little punch won’t hurt me. Now hit me harder—channel all your anger and hit me!" she commands. I growl, using all the anger I feel toward everyone, and throw a punch straight at her face. She stumbles back from the force, groaning as she hits the floor.