Fight'n Rage Gal Novels & Stories

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits.

We were outnumbered, but we fought like our lives depended on it. I could see Raya moving quickly, taking down one warrior after another. She was like a blur, her movements so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up with her. I had never seen anyone fight like her before. The warriors of Alpha Lance's Pack were skilled fighters, and they put up a tough fight. But we were determined, and we fought with everything we had.

Nevertheless, she fought with a fierce resolve, drawing upon her innate strength and skills as a warrior. The clash between Seraphine and Freya was a sight to behold—a symphony of power and grace. Seraphine moved with the precision of a seasoned predator, her white and brown fur gliding through the air with a mesmerizing fluidity. She struck with deadly accuracy, her fangs and claws a testament to her formidable abilities. Freya, on the other hand, fought with raw and untamed prowess. Her golden fur shimmered under the moon's glow as she lunged at Seraphine with unyielding determination. Her movements were a blend of instinct and skill, a reflection of her nature as a warrior.

"But you're lagging because you are exhausted. If I have to fight you so that you would fall from your last breath, then so be it." "Go to hell," she snarls, and lunges. I sidestep, catch her wrist and twist. She's already moving, using my momentum against me, and before I can blink she's driving her knee toward my ribs. Air wheeze out of my lungs as I try to block her. I don't underestimate victims but I did this one and now she has warrior training. Who taught a Gamma's daughter to fight like this? She comes at me again, and this time I'm done playing. I duck under her strike, sweep her legs, and we both go down. She doesn't stop fighting even as we hit the ground, twisting, clawing, tryin

Varz exclaimed. “Come on!” Dora and Duo exclaimed. Varz advances crossing and slashing anyone he passed through. He slashes them up beautifully at high speed. Herman shoots fire nails to them that they look like burning dead bodies. Rian strikes them with roaring thunder, Koji slashing them with his blazing great sword and shooting fireballs at them. Kartika is about to join the fray, but Alfi pats her shoulder out of the blue. He smiles at her and whispered, ”Try to make a blast gauntlet for Cakra.”

She looked up and saw her friend's sorrowful red face filled with rage and anger. "You lying traitorous bitch!! You took them away from me!! You took my child away from me!! You took Gallen away from me!! You betrayed me!! You are nothing but a slut who uses people for her own wicked agenda!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!" she yelled in rage before raising the Sword over her head and swinging it down to split the witch's head. Ruby was able to avoid being sliced in half by moving her head a fraction from the sword's trajectory and kicking Geneva on her stomach making her stagger back against a bookshelf making some of the books fall.

If this flying beast simply vanished, it would not choose to fight to the death with it. I dashed off in the distance at this point, just wanting to enjoy a fight with a Kun and a Metal Lizard. Rage noticed the lizard, then he sneered and waved his fins. Yes, the colossal Kun Peng could sneer. He stretched out his right fin, rolled up all of his feathers with the exception of a few in the centre, and raised it. To encourage the Adamantium Lizard to advance and engage in combat, Rage made a gesture resembling the middle finger.

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.

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

The personal assistant bit her lips. Minah’s fans call her the daredevil for doing everything that a lot of women dare not to because of fear of getting hurt. She had been interested in Muay Thai. Four months later, just a few days after her modeling break, she participated in an amateur fight in Bangkok without Night and Innif’s knowledge. She won the fight but she earned a cut on her lip and two brooding bodyguards sent by the king of jerks. But neither Night nor Nathaniel could stop her. She got a minor role in a television drama and starred in an action movie as a female villain where she did dangerous stunts without using a stunt double.