Fight'n Rage Gal Novels & Stories

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

If she was going to pester me like this, there was a high chance that I was going to lose it in public, which I surely didn't want. I just had to control my rage, my monsters. I skimmed through the almost torn menu as I gritted my teeth. "Your order, sir?" A voice murmured. My jaw clenched as I looked up with a glare, making the woman cower. Why did she seem so familiar?

Lands of Gliala: Atarah was geared for war. The sunlight struck harshly against her golden armor, blinding anyone standing beside her. That’s why she stood alone, in front, on top of her Akhal-Teke. Bearing the black rifle on her back and two blades on her belt. She donned on the red cape, embroidered with the Royal seal. A curved sword between two diamonds. Her army was positioned on the hill overlooking the vast war-torn land of Gliala. Once a thriving city of farmers, but when the Lura ravaged the land, bringing chaos, the city became ashes.

Nala said boldly, and I smiled at her. "Well, Nala. I am a Gamma, and I can hold my own. Cindy is an Omicron and fights better than most Warriors; Racheal is a tough cookie too. They couldn't walk all over us even if they wanted to." I said, and she rolled her eyes very disrespectfully. I held down my anger and tried to tolerate her. The girl was a walking menace. I did not know what was going on in her head, and she was being really unbearable.

I punched until I felt blood cosy out of my knuckle. I remember what the boss told me, my first time. In fighting, "You need to attack their vitality, temple, upper lips, chin, solar plexus and genitals. Just their vital point and you can incapacitate your opponent." Was her advised. And I wish to hold onto that forever. "You this asshole, bring your sexy ass over let me fuck" I heard one of the guys say and I ignore, as I walk back to my room. It was a small room that contained just an iron bunk and a lamp with a mattress. There were about thirty of such rooms altogether.

Georgia is better because she expanded her zone, learned how to use different kinds of blade related weapons…' 'Like Chinese? 'She is Chinese. Her real name is Fa Yuerui.' 'So, how are you special?' 'I was hoping you would ask that,' I smirked. 'I know how to do all.' 'You are kidding, right?' I winked at her with a goofy smirk. 'Everything? What is your main specialty?' 'Lance is better at long-range shooting, I'm better at short range shooting. I can get rid of Georgia and Sylvester without any weapons. Barrow is better at explosive, but I know enough…'

Her face reddened, crumpled her fist, and gritted her teeth. Rei’s pain tripled as Amaia said the words she didn’t want to hear. She is a wolf but her heart was like a human, opposite to the attitude of Amaia who can’t control her rage. She wanted to cry; almost her tears will fall at the peripheral vision of her eyes.

Then again, I’m not a warrior and they understand things I don’t. So I stand back and watch, first Charles tussles with Ryan, the two striking back and forth, one with the advantage, then the other. After a particularly ferocious strike, Ryan is able to knock Charles against a large rock. I don’t know if it knocks the wind out of him, but he doesn’t get back up. Now that she has the opportunity, Rita strikes at Ryan. She is significantly smaller in size. I’m hoping this makes her faster. That’s when I realize I’m fisting my hands so aggressively that my fingernails are drawing blood from the inside of my palms.

“Our first match is about to begin. Please welcome our competitors!” Two fighters entered the ring from opposite sides. The first was a woman with her red hair tied back in a tight braid. She moved with confidence, and her stance was like someone who had spent years training. “That’s Gamma Lydia from the Blue Ridge Pack,” someone behind me said. “She commands their entire army.” The second fighter was a tall man with pale skin and an arrogant smirk on his face. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as he sized up his opponent. “And that’s Gamma Torres from the Mountain Ridge Pack,” another voice added.

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.