Fight'n Rage Gal Novels & Stories

Endgame, Mara? Something flicked in her eyes for the first time. doubt. She paused just for a second. And Leo required nothing else except that. He grabbed her quickly, knocking the revolver from her hand. As they battled, bodies crashed into the alley wall and cluttered to the ground. "Leo!..." I yelled and started forward, but Mara was quick. She kicked Leo hard in the stomach and twisted free of his hold. He staggered back with a curse. I raced forward, seizing Mara’s wrist before she could reach for the pistol. "Stop!!"

Nobody in this room cares. "The storm's eye is right here", Arthur continues." Now, you all have the opportunity to attack her and one another at the sound of my pistol. You know your pals on the Rig can heal from those kinds of wounds, so don't be frightened to bleed out. And once this is over, you'll receive your reward". I repress the temptation to hide from the world by curling up even more tightly. I must get ready to flee by running. I take a lunge while trying to maintain as much stability as I can.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display. I subconsciously started trembling at their dark auras. Something didn’t feel right. I looked back at the bartender who had a murderous glare in his eyes. Something was wrong. The men started destroying everything and everyone that got in their way. There was no escape. They were blocking the doorway. It was terrible. I didn’t want to see the sliced necked or severed body parts. I wanted to leave, but I was paralyzed in fear. They would destroy me just like the rest of them. But I didn’t want to see people die for no reason. I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out.”

“Of course. She never forgets.” Aria stayed silent, but her fingers clenched into fists in her lap. She had been by Kai’s side at every training, every dawn, every bag strike, every combat drill. She never wanted the spotlight—that was never why she trained with him. But the thought of Kai stepping back into that world, one dominated by Damian Cross, stirred fear and anger in equal measure. Christopher went on: “Five stops. Berlin, Tokyo, Los Angeles, São Paulo, and the final gala in Budapest. The best fighters in the world.” He looked up at Kai. “And yes, Damian Cross’s name is on the list. Main event, headliner.”

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

Suddenly, the warrior charged towards her, aiming for her open neck, but Zane swiftly turned her body to the side and caught her hand midair, she twisted her body along with his hand and made a loud crack from his bones. “Ughh! Fuck!” Zane pursed her lips and did not let pity take over her and used her elbow to hit his unguarded chest, knocking him straight to the ground with a loud thud. For those who were watching their fight, they were rendered speechless to see that it only took her 4 consecutive moves to defeat the man second only to Luke Lilac, the best fighter amongst their age.

The main fighter of Wild Fang was the first to get in the ring. Seeing this, the main fighter of Silent Inferno also did the same thing. "Hi, I'm Emberlyn Galusha." said the petite lady with reddish blonde wavy, short hair, and brown eyes. She's attired in a blue scoop-necked tank top and black leather shorts. She had a winged sword tattoo on her left arm and piercings on her eyebrows. "Robinson Jephcott." the black-haired man said in an apathetic tone. He just wanted to get this battle done with. He felt this was an easy battle as the opponent was the frail-looking woman who was trying to get on his good side.

I'm not the son of the founder of El Draconem for nothing. "I've never liked violence but you crossed the line the moment you touched Femella." I took another calculated step and tactically locked him using my arms while kicking his sheen. He managed to free himself but not before accepting my punch on his face. I was still not satisfied and even punched him in the stomach and kicked his thigh. The bleeding guy was forced into the floor in a matter of seconds. I approached him and grabbed him by his collar. "Who?" I dangerously asked. He just laughed along with the blood flowing in his eyes and mouth. I got pissed.

Three other victorious fighters from earlier matches trailed in as well, all of them tall, muscular futas with hungry eyes and growing bulges in their shorts. “Club rules, rookie,” Carla said, voice low and mocking. “You lose… you pay. And tonight you’re the locker room bitch.” Roxy tried to stand tall, but her legs were still shaky. “Fuck you. I’m not….” A heavy hand from behind shoved her forward. One of the other fighters, a tall Black futa named Jax grabbed Roxy’s sports bra and ripped it off in one brutal yank, exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples.