Fighter Books Novels & Stories

What the fuc* is he doing here? My hand drops and fear enters my mind. He can't see me fight.He will know who I am. Fuc*! The Alpha's start approaching me and I close my eyes. There has to be something.... anything. Opening my eyes, I clench my fist. I will fight ,with my hands if I have to. Let it begin. The warriors approach me first and I kick one on his calf and punch the other. They fall down groaning in pain as I side kicked another and punched the first one again.

Bullets whizzed through the air as Falcone deftly dodged and weaved, his instincts honed from years of dangerous encounters. He retaliated with lightning-fast strikes, taking out his opponents one by one. His fists moved with precision and power, delivering bone-crushing blows. The room became a chaotic frenzy of punches, kicks, and grunts of pain. Falcone's muscles rippled as he unleashed a barrage of punches, landing each one with deadly accuracy. His adversaries fought back fiercely, their determination matching his own. The sound of fists colliding with flesh echoed through the warehouse. Falcone's face bore the marks of battle, the blood adding a menacing edge to his intense glare.

“Begin when ready.” I don’t explain why I changed it. But Rhea knows. I can see it in her face. Both fighters want her. Both are emotional about this fight. Blood will be spilled if I don’t intervene. This way, someone wins without someone dying. Beta Jack looks uncertain but signals the start. Joric charges immediately. Fast. Brutal. Remy dodges. Circles. They’re both good. Really good. Joric has size and aggression. Remy has speed and strategy.

Two men, three women - one of whom looked like a crossbreed between some unknown animal with spotted fur and human - and lastly two average little boys - twins - who looked no more than twelve years and glared viciously at him when they noticed him looking at them continuously. In his mind, he was wondering what they were doing inside the train; which was a stupid question because trains were public forms of transport. He later bent his head and played with his phone, messing around somewhat cluelessly with it for quite some time, before he finally found the fighting tutorial videos that Jim had mentioned saving in there. There was a lot of videos and so, for the next hour, he watched video

“So you know Adam Pierce, then.” “Sure do. He’s my best friend.” “I trained with him for about a year, back when he was a pro boxer,” said the guy. “Before I went overseas.” “Really?” Nick paused and thought, yet again, what a small world it was. “What’s your name, man?” “Danny Ford.” He smiled, ran his hand through his cropped blond hair. “Give Adam my greetings, huh?”

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he prepared for what seemed like an inevitable clash. Without a word, Marcus lunged forward, his fists clenched tightly. His movements were swift and precise, as years of training and combat experience guided his every action. Tirich, equally skilled, swiftly dodged Marcus's initial strike, his body twisting with grace. The two engaged in a deadly dance, their bodies weaving and ducking in a flurry of punches, kicks, and evasive maneuvers.

I feel a lot stronger than I used to and I know it's because we're finally 'one'. I shift and dress back into my clothes before jogging the rest of the way onto the field. I see a lot of warriors spread out on the field- both women and men. They are currently sparring in pairs and the odd person falls to the ground as I watch. I then notice Rick and Austin standing near the centre with David, Clive and another fighter. The fighter is currently sparring against Clive while the other three are giving pointers for him.

A light grunt escaped Fiona's lips as Tikka slid away from her little assault The two ladies stared at each with hateful intents in their eyes "I'll slit your throat and then feed your organs to the dogs" Tikka clicked her tongue smiling maliciously Fiona could feel huge beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. This is Tikka she's up against Not some amateur but one of the best fighters In the whole Germany "Try it "Fiona said despite the fact she's shivering cos of fear She's can't die,well not one She still has a mission to fulfill; Her plan is just getting started

A light grunt escaped Fiona's lips as Tikka slid away from her little assault The two ladies stared at each with hateful intents in their eyes "I'll slit your throat and then feed your organs to the dogs" Tikka clicked her tongue smiling maliciously Fiona could feel huge beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. This is Tikka she's up against Not some amateur but one of the best fighters In the whole Germany "Try it "Fiona said despite the fact she's shivering cos of fear She's can't die,well not one She still has a mission to fulfill; Her plan is just getting started

Ethan said to us. “So, how does one enter in the street fighting?” I ask him. “First, you have to register your name or a nickname in the books if you are new in this world, and if you have already entered in this world, then you have to give the name of the fighting street you used to fight before. Then you have to sign the fighter list. There are four categories of fighters B, A, S, and S+. S and S+ are for the highest categories of the fighter and the category where the fighter earned the highest price/awards. The newcomers start with the B category. Only experienced and strong fighters can directly enter into S and S+ categories,” Robbin explains to us.