Fight Night Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty-six I know from the time I hear to gunshot to the time I feel it hit me is less than a second. Yet the pain never comes, and Lucas is in front of me, growling. Another shot is fired, hitting him in the stomach. Fighting through the pain, Lucas speeds forward and grabs the gunman’s hand, snapping his wrist back. The bones break and the gun clatters to the ground. Using my powers, I throw the gun off the deck and into the lake. Funny, how facing demons and creatures made up of hundreds of rats scares me, but having someone point a gun at me scares me even more.

he shouted at me. Without warning, Damien lunged at me, his fist aiming for my face. I ducked, the adrenaline surging through my veins as I swung back, landing a solid punch on his jaw. The crowd around us erupted, cheers and gasps mingling as the fight escalated. “Is that all you got?” Damien taunted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip with the back of his hand. I didn’t bother with a response. My body moved on instinct, fueled by the need to protect Katrina, to end this madness. We exchanged blows, the world around us fading into nothing but a blur of fists and fury.

As I quietly enjoyed the chaos unfolding, the dorm door suddenly slammed open. Then, it slammed shut just as hard. Cecilia stormed over to my bed, grabbed me by the collar, and shouted, "Nevaeh! Was this you?!"

but a moment ago, Shasha's unexpected attack had made them panic. They were holding their breaths while watching the series of events happening downstairs because any wrong move could prove fatal. Nick wanted to rush for Fuoco's help because he knew her real identity and what was at stake if something happened to her but he was tied to the promise he had made to her before execution of this plan. He knew Fuoco was a skilled fighter and she would come out of this unharmed, but a moment ago, the unexpected attack that Shasha launched on Fuoco had shaken him to the core. It was Fuoco's agility and great combat skills that made her have an upper hand as Shasha had no fighting skills because she

He is innocent," Shen suddenly shouted. Then a loud gunshot exploded. It was coming from back down of the mansion. Jake was already gone when Shen shouted. Jasmine didn't even know where to react first. Is it Shen's shout or to what it shouted that Jake was innocent. But there was one important thing she had to prioritize too. A loud burst of gunfire. Maybe Digna's group had an encounter with Jake at the back down of the mansion. Only those working at the hacienda, Jake and ka-Digna's group knew that way down at the back of the mansion. But the workers just pass by there during payday. The day isn't payday either. "Shen just go to your room. Don't go out no matter what happens. Or to our h

I watch him walk away and sigh in relief. That is hope. I want nothing but to be stronger. I want to hurt them before they can hurt me again. They already had their fun, it's time to fight back. I lock the door and get back on the bed with renewed hope. However, loud screams from outside catch my attention and I hurriedly rush towards the window. Everywhere was quiet just now. The fight had already ended, so what now? My question is answered when a fleet of cars pulls in front of the house.

The first attack came suddenly. Lucas’ men surged from the shadows, armed and ready, but Nathan moved with lethal precision. The fight was brutal, fluid, and terrifyingly fast. Alina fired her gun, taking down one guard after another, adrenaline fueling every shot. Lara huddled behind crates, covering them as best she could, but fear made her hands shake. Nathan fought beside Alina, moving with a ferocity that was both familiar and alien. The figure from his past moved like a shadow, striking, dodging, manipulating the chaos around them.

Hated the fancy dinners that were just a front for backroom deals and bloodshed. Sofia used to laugh at me. "You're a princess, always out on some mountain. What happens if something goes wrong? The family won't even have an heir." I’d just wave her off and fly down the slopes. My own world. Then the avalanche hit. Marco appeared out of the storm. A ski patrol rescuer. He used his body to shield me, digging us out. His eyes were clean. None of the ambition and bloodlust I was used to seeing.

In the darkness of the docks, amid the screams and the clamor of battle, I was ready to end this once and for all. And so, with one last defiant shout, I advanced into the fray, every step a promise that we would reclaim our future. The night belonged to the fighters, and I was ready to fight until the very end. --- With one last defiant shout echoing in the cold night, I surged forward into the heart of the fray. Every step felt weighted with resolve, each footfall a promise to reclaim everything we’d lost. The docks roared with chaos: bullets whizzed past, shouts of rage and pain meshed with the acrid stench of burning oil, and the ground itself trembled with the ferocity of battle. Amid t

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.