Fighter Books Novels & Stories

*Tjeck* The air is thick with the scent of sweat and adrenaline, punctuated by the harsh sounds of grunts and the thuds of bodies hitting the ground. I’m locked in a fight, my muscles burning as I push against the weight of my attackers. Amber’s fierce determination fuels me, her movements sharp and precise as she fights beside me.

“Your little underground brawl with Yates, where you snapped his leg damn near in two, wouldn’t help matters in the slightest. The lawyers would say that you have an ax to grind with him. They’d also portray you as a street thug, Mitch, as a dangerous, unstable, violent man. And then they’d ask just what the hell is sweet little innocent assault victim Reena doing with a guy like that?” They all stared at her, horrified. “But why would the fight even come up?” Adam asked. “It was totally illegal… you think Yates’ lawyers would admit to him being there? At a fight organized by local drug dealer and pimp Kirk Jensen? Seriously?” Charlotte shrugged. “If it made Mitch look even worse than Simon?

One of the men—who looked thirty-odd—had extremely fast fists, and his technique was extremely sound. Fane observed him. This man’s fighting skill was probably a little better than several assistant commanders in the army. However, he was not a threat in Fane’s eyes. He clenched his fists and punched forward, his fist meeting the other man’s. Bam! In a flash, the two men’s fists collided. The other man flew backward with no way of retaliating. “What?”

The agents around them are jeering at the fighters, making the training quarters lively and well, rowdy. The agents can choose to fight as humans or as wolves. These two are sparring as humans. They’re topless and their knuckles are bandaged. They’re also shimmering with sweat… and blood. When the man on the right manages to deliver a clean right hook, the audience cheers, and his opponent tumbles to the side. He quickly recovers and surprises him with an uppercut when he appears confident that he won. The latter ends up winning the match due to a knockout.

Roger transforms into a werewolf and roars into Aiden's face. "Hold on, to get to me you need to go through them first, do you know what you're fighting for?" Roger gets more frustrated and rushes at Aiden but another werewolf jumps in between them and digs his claws into Roger's sides. Roger digs his teeth into the Wewolf's shoulder and rips at the flesh. The unknown werewolf lifts Roger up and tosses him across the room. Two werewolves stare each other down while the other wolves howl with excitement at the prospect of lots of blood being spilled. Aiden is still in his human form and calls out at Roger, "Welcome to Werewolf Fightclub Roger, tonight you are fighting for a wonderful prize, J

Every punch, every block, every counter seemed sharper than the last, the blows landing with bone-crunching force. "In here, we’re ranked in four levels—tiers," Marvel finally explained. "Tier 3? Might as well be beginners. They have no special skills, just basic combat training. Tier 2 fighters—like me—are stronger, faster. We have specialties, something that makes us stand out. Then there's Tier 1, the best of the best. They don’t just fight in the war grounds—they go on missions for the Don. You don’t mess with them." I kept my gaze on the fight, trying to process her words. One of the fighters, the shorter one, had a busted nose. The other, a swollen eye. But neither backed down. They fo

In a split second, Amy reacted. Moving faster than a cat's reflexes, Amy kicked the two Death Row Infantry-men who stood over her, knocking the men down. The two men didn’t expect to feel Amy’s feet kicking them in their groin. The soldiers also didn’t expect Amy to have such a powerful kick. They weren’t warned about her UFC history.

Gio's first fight at high school didn't last long, about ten minutes, just long enough to attract attention of several students and the football and cheerleading coaches. Brock and Chris tried every way they knew to land a punch, but those that saw the fight would say Gio moved like one of those windsock puppets at the used car lot; or the more geeky of them, like Neo in the Matrix movies. He blocked and tossed used palm and knife hand strikes leaving the two jocks with split lips bloody noses and a good case of scrapes and road rash from being thrown to the parking lot repeatedly.

I looked at him. I realised he never told me what we’re doing at some sort of hiking trail. Fuck this is so much work, why can’t he just take me eating like normal men do. I had an intense workout with my self-defence trainer last night. I’ve got fucking bruises on my arms and legs... The bruises on my ribs don’t look at bad as the rest of my body. Beck knows about my classes so he wasn’t surprised when I came home looking like I lost a fucking fight.

We ended up being friends and he is a very good friend of mine". "If things turn bad here at Fang city, contact him, and go join him at Holandis, he is part of a team that fights werewolves and vampires but he doesn't have to know who you are, he doesn't know am a vampire either, from him, learn to fight and defend yourself, live to fight another day son," Raymond said. "Excuse me, your Majesty, Fedrick said as he walked, "yes, Fedrick?" "The new soldier recruits are ready they are waiting for you to address them," Fedrick said. "I will join you shortly" Raymond replied and dismissed Fedrick.