Fight Night Novel Novels & Stories

There were three more gunshots, and then everything went quiet. ‘Susan?’ whimpered Lucy, cautiously groping around in the dark to find the woman she loved. ‘Are you okay? ‘Yeah, fine,’ panted the detective. ‘Are you okay as well?’ Both women breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I’m good. What about Rachel?’ ‘She’s dead,’ panted Susan. And in the blinding darkness, the moment that Lucy managed to find the detective’s blood-tained hand, the two women embraced each other so passionately that they never wanted to let go.

Nicholas's POV: The fight erupted like a storm, chaotic and unrelenting. The blaring alarm was deafening, but I barely heard it over the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. My fists were already flying, connecting with the nearest Jargon guard. His red mask cracked under the force of my punch, and he stumbled backward with a grunt. But there were too many of them. For every one I knocked down, two more rushed forward, their weapons drawn and their movements coordinated.

I do not lose. I swallowed the fire and forced my face to stay cold and calm. I looked straight at her. She lifted her chin. She looked proud. She thought she was safe, but she wasn’t. Not anymore. Inside, I made a silent promise: ‚She will pay for this. And I will choose the perfect moment.' #########################

she whispered fiercely. Her phone buzzed. A message: We’re closer than you think. Her breath hitched. --- Back outside, the attackers reemerged like ghosts in the rain—silent, deadly. I raised my gun, hands steady despite the chaos inside me. They advanced, and the fight was brutal—raw muscle, desperate grit, the sharp sting of bullets and pain. I felt every punch, every scrape, but my mind was laser-focused on one thing: keeping Olivia alive. Then, a scream split the night.

I hear my sister say as she cringes. “What?” I ask, sitting up and rushing to the window. Ryker had Alpha Tate by the arms holding him back and my father had Alpha Drake. It looked like Alpha Drake may have punched Alpha Tate. I could hear their arguing and Tate spat blood on the ground. Both of them looked like they were about to rip each other apart. My mother walked between them both giving them a scolding for their inappropriate behavior. I chuckled at seeing them both drop their heads and suddenly both of them looked up at the window. Arial and I ducking down out of sight.

It didn't need to be, but I craved this pain, relished it. The town slept, the lights off. I swooped in low, my wings grazing the tops of their houses, and I roared. She made me crazy. I wanted death, blood, a fight. Killing these humans would give me two of the three. With a burst of flame to their public building, it exploded. Humans poured from their homes, women screamed, children cried. I made one last pass before changing my course. Was anyone inside the burned building? A small part of me didn't want a human death on my hands. Acasia's words made it a smaller part than usual, so I refused to feel guilty.

Three days passed, since the incident Arka came home late at night. They never saw each other, and by early morning he was gone. Mona felt a little relieved that she hadn't crossed paths with the brother-in-law who had taken away her chastity. "Pyuhhhh, it's so hot today," Mona complained when she reached the cafeteria and ordered chicken noodles. "Yes, Mon. My clothes got wet," said Mirna sitting next to Mona, making the girl startle and stroke her chest and shake her head.

, her fist connecting with yielding flesh. Fight back. Fight fucking back. The women recoiled, startled by her sudden resistance. Cathy pressed her advantage, driving them back with a flurry of kicks and punches. Pain screamed through every inch of her body, but she ignored it, fueled by a potent mix of adrenaline and rage. She wasn't going down without a fight. 'I will not die here,' she vowed silently. 'I will not let them win.' Not like this. Not for nothing. She fought like a woman possessed, the memory of Magnus's warning lending her strength. The dungeon echoed with the sounds of the violent struggle—grunts of exertion, cries of pain, the meaty thud of fists on flesh. Brutal. It was al

its 8pm and i drift off to sleep. im jolted awake, theres a sharp impatient tapping on the door, i look at the time, 12.45am. my hearts racing i stumble as i get out of the bed, theres no peephole i cant see whos there. its not my ex he hasnt bothered me since i left pack grounds, why start now? or maybe it is when will these feelings of fear i get and looking over my shoulder stop? "who is it?" i call out softly "Orion, i know its late im sorry i just need to check that your ok you havent answered my calls"

Their fight is becoming more violent with each passing second. "Please stop!" I try again, backing away from their violent clash. I do not want either of them hurt, especially not because of me. The sudden glare of headlights blinds me, flooding the courtyard with harsh white light, illuminating the fighting Alphas. Tires screech against gravel as a black car skids to a halt nearby. The passenger door flings open, and Lorena leans across the passenger seat. "Ree! Get in now!" she shouts. I hesitate for only a heartbeat, looking back at Miles and Yuri still locked in combat. Miles has Yuri by the collar, teeth bared, while Yuri shoves back with savage strength. The sight nearly breaks my reso