Fighter Oc Novels & Stories

I look around the many faces that stand before me. “Now, down to the real stuff, we have a war coming, in fact we have two. Our neighbours, the Red Fang pack, have been making threats. And now the Opel Moon, the rightful pack of my Luna has been taken over by an evil unlike anything I have ever seen, and right now they are making their way to us with a full war party” I hear the gasps in the crowd as Clayton finishes talking. My heart feels heavy as they speak with each other. This is all my fight, they don’t deserve this. A man about thirty steps forward and raises his hand, I smile at him, nodding for him to speak.

I had to save this one! Performing CPR my hands moved back to his chest as I pumped, “Wake up! Please wake up!” I yelled, tears forming between my eye lids, shaking myhead at his unresponsive figure, hopelessly and angrily I slapped him across the face in frustration, “wake up douche bag!”

But as he was headed for the telephone line, the power was suddenly restored and a swarm of cops came banging at the door. ''It's an emergency. Open up!'' The cops shouted rattling the handle, attempting to force their way in. ''It's the cops. Open up and let us in. Now!'' ''The door's locked from behind. I'm trapped in,'' Donovan snapped back impatiently as he watched the cops and medical personnel troop in heavily armed with ammunition and medical equipment respectively. The arrival of the cops and medical personnel into the ward was greeted by the bright light that poured across the ward revealing the killer's signature boldly scribbled across the walls in blood lettering: ''I Am Fury.''

She should have been smart enough to realize that we live with a bunch of werewolves who would jump at any chance to beat us senseless. "What the hell's going on in here," one of the enforces shouted as he barged into the laundry room. I frowned a little as I peaked up. It was Devon, a man a few years older then me with tiny brown eyes framed by a square muscular body. He was a good fighter, and followed orders well, and respect was a big thing for him. I'be earned myself a few powerful hits from the fucker, one of which I'm sure gave me a concussion. It was either very lucky that I didn't get hit in the head again after that, or very unlucky.

His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential. His opponent swung his arm back and forwards to Sorin who blocked it with both his arms and then in a swift movement he went forward and landed a tight punch in his opponent's bare face which was open and unprotected making the opponent fall down in pain. Sorin won. Sorin grinned as he looked up at Maceo who scoffed at him but nevertheless gave Sorin a smile. The referee whistled and taking Sorin's hand he shouted "And the winner is ARMANDOOO!" as the crowd gathered cheered.

I don't kill, I immobilize. I was in the full battle mode now, and wolves were falling at my feet. I was ripping into the side of a gold-coloured wolf, I was distracted. Too distracted to see a rouge lunge at my right. The wolf knocked me to the floor and I growled as blood pooled from my side. The battle was drawing to a close, the rouges were retreating. The wolf tearing at my body was doing it out of spite. I struggled, made a last attempt to lunge and my teeth sunk into his throat. He thrust away from me and retreated, blood dripping from his coat. I sunk down as the pack began howling in victory, a soft smile working its way onto my lips

I would glance back occasionally, watching as he'd write notes down in his book. I didn't know if this was the college Connor was looking to impress, but I was sure that he'd impress them all. It was getting down to the last ten minutes or so of the game, and Connor was starting to get rough with a few of the opposing players. Considering our team was ahead by two goals, it made sense that things were going to get rough, but violent? I didn't see the need for that. A fist fight was close to breaking out between Elijah and another player, but our coach pulled him. That's when I started to get a bad feeling about the game. When one of the opposing players decided to get sneaky with his hits, t