Fighting Darius Amazon Novels & Stories

Neither one says anything for a few moments and I know my mom must be asking him, in their mind link, what’s going on. “I’ll be right down. Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden, make yourselves comfortable.” She calls down, using the same formality as my father when realizing it must be something serious. As the three of us walk into the living room, I see Dax, my youngest brother and my Lead Warrior sitting in an armchair, leaning forward with his arms on his legs. He’s clearly overheard the conversation between me and our dad, and also wants to know what’s going on. “Hey, Baby Bro.” I walk over to Dax and lean down to give him a hug. He growly softly at the term of endearment, but I don’t care. He

His shoulder hit Darius’s chest, but the Alpha barely moved. Darius’s voice dropped lower. “You fight angry. That’s good. But anger alone doesn’t wake the wolf.” Wayne swung again, harder. Darius caught his wrist midair, twisting until Wayne hissed in pain. “Let go,” Wayne gritted. “Say it.” “Say what?” “That you want to win.” “I—” Wayne shoved back, eyes flashing. “I want to stop being weak.” “Then stop acting weak.” Darius let him go, stepping back. “Again.”

“You destroyed everything once already. I rebuilt it without you. This ends today, Darius. Not with my submission, but with your defeat.” The battle erupted with earth-shaking force. Wolves clashed in a storm of violence. Kael and Darius met in the center once more, their fight a whirlwind of fury. Elara fought beside her mate, golden energy cutting through enemy lines. She shielded allies and struck down threats with growing precision. At one point Darius broke free and charged straight for her. “You were supposed to be mine!” His claws slashed toward her. Elara met him with a burst of golden light that burned across his chest. He screamed in agony but kept coming, driven by madness.

I could see the way he shook in fear and the faint smell of urine stung my nose. Darius stood in the clearing like a wolf god—shoulders broad, eyes blazing with fury, his bare arms slick with blood that wasn’t his. A rogue lunged at him from behind with a blade in hand—the brute. Darius ducked low, catching the attacker mid-leap, and twisted, using the rogue's own momentum to swing to the closest tree. The scream that followed was bloodcurdling—Darius finished him with a knee to the gut and a backhand that sent him unconscious.

Max just stands there waiting for the call, seemingly unimpressed with Darius. The moment the councilman Fred declares “FIGHT”; Darius launches full speed towards Max. I hold my breath as Max doesn’t appear to move and it seems he’s going to be hit by Darius. Almost at the last moment, Max steps out of Darius’s running path and turns to watch.

We poured everything, every bit of strength, every ounce of energy into our warriors. They moved like lightning. Faster than possible. Stronger than natural. Eight hundred wolves fighting with supernatural coordination and power. The assault broke through Reiner's center like a spear through flesh. His forces, divided and confused, could not respond fast enough. Darius reached Reiner himself—the massive Alpha who thought he could build an empire. The fight was brutal. Reiner was powerful, experienced, a born conqueror. But Darius fought with the strength of eight hundred wolves behind him. It ended with Reiner on the ground, defeated.

It was like every nerve ending was on fire, like he was being electrocuted from the inside out. “Hold him!” Callis yelled, her face strained as she tried to keep Darius’s shoulders pinned. I lunged, throwing my body over Darius’s legs, wrestling to keep them from flailing. It took all my strength. This wasn’t the weak, dying man from a moment ago. This was a surge of pure, raw, agonized power. He was fighting it, fighting whatever the hell Callis had just poured into him. “Darius! It’s us! Fight! Come on, you son of a bitch, fight!” I found myself yelling, my voice raw. Tears were streaming down my face, mixing with the sweat and the blood. “Don’t you fucking leave her! Don’t you dare!”

Darius said, "I might hate the guy, but it would hurt my mother." "I can do it." I suggested, "I have wanted to do that for a long time anyway." Darius growled again and took a fighting stance, "I can’t let you do that." I shrugged my shoulders, "so how do we finish this?" "We fight." Darius said, "I came to kill you, and I need to either kill you or die trying." "And that would start a war anyway, so no. I will not fight you." Darius growled and stalked closer, "you’re a coward too."

She breathed in anger. Darius, who was standing facing her, smiled slyly inside. Then he shifted his gaze to the soldier who was standing beside him. It was the soldier who brought the news of Baracus' death to Aurora. "You can leave now," Darius said. "Yes, my prince," the soldier said obediently. He bowed politely to him and to Aurora before he left the room. Darius then walked over and stood near Aurora. He put his hand on her shoulder with his sad, angry eyes fixed on hers. "We will take revenge for Baracus. I will kill him with my own hands," he said in a vengeful tone.

But Astoria spun her spiked wrecking ball to protect the rest of the Amazonians, making Prince Arthur amazed and stunned. "Fantastic, her weapon must be fire resistance," said Prince Arthur. Mila gave another instruction to her Amazonians. "Everyone, surround the enemy to confuse it. Remember that it flies and emits fire, try not to dodge its attacks. And the moment you are hit, immediately come to Elora so she can heal your wound." The dark Phoenix once again spewed blue flames from above. Arya spun her scythe to absorb the blue fire. "So that creature can blast different types of fire. There is only one way we can fight against it. However, I need all of your cooperation Amazonians, our de