Fight Night Novel Novels & Stories

Before we could react. Combat drones emerged, laser sights flashing, locking on. The Fight Begins Again “CONTACT!” Damien roared, raising his sidearm, firing fast. Gunfire erupted, sparking across the steel-plated walls as Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two drones. I fired sharply, forcing back three advancing guards, breath sharp despite the rising water. Natalia’s Trap Springs The emergency comms crackled, spitting static. And then... Natalia’s scarred face appeared, twisted and cold.

Jumping on him I went for his neck. His eyes were ice blue with rage as the realisation he was going to be beaten dawned. I’ve never killed anyone before I couldn’t afford to hesitate, I went for the kill, my jaws widening ready to tear into him when I was thrown from my position. Wicknace had charged me, scattering me across the cobbles.

I was hoping to ignore that detail. But something told me it would come up. I jumped into the car, Ben helped with my case, and Dante was in the back. It was an hour's drive to the airport and a six-hour flight to Cawdor. My heart pounded, and my blood rushed. Our last mission was tough, excruciating even. But this, I wasn't entirely convinced I would come out alive. THE END ************************************************************************************ There is Sequel to this book...The Alpha King. Let me Know if it's something you're interested in reading!

Chapter 80 Author’s POV Killian stood face to face with Beta Night Fury, fury burning in his eyes. Nearby, Dark fought fiercely against Lilliana and the soldiers from Silbercrest. “You betrayed me… for a woman,” Killian growled, his entire body trembling with rage. His claws extended, and in one swift leap, he lunged at Night Fury with a snarl, aiming to slash his throat. Night Fury twisted at the last second, narrowly dodging the attack. The two shifted fully into their wolf forms, circling each other with their teeth bared and ears pinned back, growling.

His claws ripped through my arm— Pain exploded through me. I didn’t stop. Then—an opening. I drove my dagger up— Straight into his heart. His eyes widened, a guttural choke escaping his lips. Blood spilled down his chest. I shoved him back— And he collapsed. One down. But the fight was far from over. --- Derek vs. Ronan I turned— Just in time to see— Ronan’s fist slammed into Derek’s ribs. Derek staggered, blood dripping from his lips.

I'd never let him go to jail. After circling the other fights and dodging fists, I yank on Flint's shoulder to get his attention. He shrugs me off, but when I call his name over the chaos of yelling and furniture scraping, his shoulders relax. Without looking at me, he climbs off Patty. Then one of Patty's men charges forward out of the fray, and Flint's back is turned, defenseless. He doesn't see him coming. I step in front, shielding him. At the last moment, the glint of the knife registers. A burning, aching pain rips through my chest, and I stumble, knocking into Flint, whose steady hands cradle me from behind.

EMMELINE’S POV ★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆ The battle raged on, the night filled with the sounds of violence. I fought like a demon, my body moving on instinct, fueled by a fierce protectiveness. The fight, the night… all of it was a goddamn nightmare.

“The chains… they didn’t hold. I woke up in the woods this morning—no clue how I got there or what happened during the night. I couldn’t even find my way back to the cave, so I came straight home.” Derek’s brows furrowed. “The chains broke?” “Yeah,” Fighter nodded, visibly shaken. “I don’t know how they came loose. I must’ve ripped them right out of the wall somehow.” “Do you… remember anything?” Derek asked cautiously. “Did you hurt anyone?” Fighter hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor. He was trembling slightly. “I remember being hungry. Really hungry. Like I’d never eaten in days. My senses were heightened, sharper than they’ve ever been. But the rest of the night? It’s a blur. Like

The derelict warehouse, once a silent tomb of forgotten industry, was now a cauldron of desperate, visceral violence. Noah Young and Lila Cross, their advanced tactical gear neutralized by Linda Miles’s high-frequency pulse, were fighting for their lives against the overwhelming numbers of the "Shadow Dogs." The air was thick with the scent of ozone, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood. Every strike, every block, every movement was a testament to their raw training and their sheer, unyielding grit.