Fighter Books Novels & Stories

She knew fighting them will result in serious injuries sustained by herself and she didn’t want that. There was no commotion made by the warriors as they watched the fight, it was like they didn’t want anyone stopping them until it was too late for Melanie. The warriors were scratching and biting her from all sides. All she could do was to defend herself. But it was proving to be difficult and so, Melanie decided to deal with the one in front of her, at least injure him enough to keep him down while she deals with the others.

Felicity smiles, giving me a small insight into the kickboxing world. Sitting, I listen to them announce the first fighter. Alex 'Bullet' Andrews. A loud applause and people cheering erupt through the building. I listen again as they announce Lorenzo 'Merciless' Pesci. The screams get louder, and I watch Lorenzo walk up and climb into the ring.

The battle unfolds with lightning speed as they exchange savage bites and powerful swipes. Faith's agility and determination prove to be her strengths. She evades Jackson's attacks skillfully and counters with swift maneuvers of her own. Her black fur glistens with sweat as she pushes herself to the limit. On the other hand, Jackson relies on his sheer strength and size to overpower his opponent. His ferocity is matched only by Faith's unyielding spirit, creating a breathtaking display of raw power. As the fight intensifies, Faith sustains a deep gash on her left shoulder, but she refuses to back down. Her eyes burn with determination as she fights through the pain.

"Looks like the little princess wants to play tough," one of the men taunted, throwing a punch that I barely managed to block. I gritted my teeth, feeling the anger bubbling inside me. I knew I had to stay focused and fight back with everything I had. As the fight continued, I could hear the sounds of the struggle echoing through the empty streets. The clash of fists, the grunts of exertion, the sharp intake of breath as we all fought for dominance. I could see the determination in Brooke's eyes, the cold calculation as he directed his men to attack.

Ellie thinks to herself and attacks again. Low growls, the sound of punches, and painful grunts cause the room to start filling up, as people watch the two in amazement. As minutes go by, the fight becomes harder, but strangely, their strength match. Zane and Ellie are breathing hard, sweating profusely, and they have bleeding marks here and there, but neither of them is willing to back down. Both wants to win. "You want to tell me my little girl can hold a fight than my sons" Ellie's father turns to his boys and gives them disappointing looks.

Brandon sighed as he took a more traditional kick boxing stance. Brandon held his fists close to his body and slightly squeezed shut. His left fist he held just bellows his ribs and his right fist he brought down to his right hip. Kick boxing was one of the two fighting styles that he had studied and learned during an obscure period in his life where he had finally realized that if he wanted to stay free he was going to have to start fighting for it. It was a flexible fighting style that he had been able to adapt to his more unnatural inner abilities.

It was a machine made of flesh. The fight devolved into a brutal, close-quarters melee. The Fangs were trained killers, but they were trained to fight men who bled, men who feared death. They were hesitant to use lethal force on what were clearly civilians, a hesitation the puppets exploited with mindless, relentless aggression.

He was on the edge of losing control but kept his real self under control. “Are you serious? Do you think we are here to joke?” the last of the bullies yelled angrily. “Let’s get this over with,” the first guy who pushed him said, approaching Fighter. “Okay, that is it,” Fighter mumbled. He clenched his fist, and his face began to change. His jaw expanded, and hair covered it almost immediately. He grabbed the guy by the shirt and threw a powerful punch to his face. That was all it took — the guy fell to the ground and gave up the ghost.

We fought with every fiber of our being, channeling the primal instincts that coursed through our veins. My gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the sight of my pack members engaging in combat. Each one had their own unique fighting style, a testament to their individual strengths and skills. Bella, swift and agile, darted between opponents, her strikes precise and deadly. Markus, a towering presence, utilized his brute strength to overpower his adversaries.

the teacher says, and I walk to the center of the room until I'm in front of the bastard, glaring at him with my chin held high. "Remember, it's only a demonstration, it's good for you to know that, although these types of fights are more common in the human world, in the last twenty years, our leaders have adopted this diversity as a means of strengthening the pack members. This style of fighting is known worldwide as UFC in the human world, in short, a mix of modalities." Coach Lukky explains why he's teaching us human world fights. I suck in the air through my nostrils, and before I can exhale, I see Edgar's fist coming at me. I dodge and counter with a powerful right hook, followed by a