Novel & Cerita Fighting Darius Amazon

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."

Aurora didn't realize she was hugging the evil demon who wanted her head so badly. It's almost midnight now. Aurora was sleeping on the bed in Darius' arms. She smiled happily in her sleep. Darius opened his eyes and looked at Aurora's face with a look of disdain in his eyes. He put her head on the pillow, then he stood up from the bed silently and came out of the bedroom. He stopped his steps once he was inside the stables. "My prince," the man with the scar on his cheek greeted him politely. "Azog, send your men into battle. Put them in our enemy's uniform. I want them to kill Baracus," Darius said with a serious look. "Yes, my prince," Azog said, nodding obediently before he left the plac

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

⸻ Meanwhile, in the next room… Achi leaned against the wall, arms folded. Darius was sitting, tossing a blade between his fingers — but his mind was not on his weapon. “You ever seen a woman move like that?” he asked suddenly. Achi blinked. “Ava?” “No,” Darius muttered. “Aya.” Achi tilted his head, amused. “The way you were staring? Yeah, everyone saw.” Darius looked down, running a hand through his hair. “When she was fighting — the way her body moved, the strength, the curves…

Their formation held perfectly, with betas supporting alphas, gammas providing defensive coverage, and omegas managing quick healing and strategic repositioning of wounded fighters. Then Darius appeared. He materialized on the sand like a heat mirage, his wolf form massive and midnight black. Unlike the other fighters, he seemed to shimmer slightly—as if not entirely solid, not entirely real. Liam turned, sensing the new threat, his entire body going rigid with recognition and challenge. The two alphas circled each other, a dance of predators more ancient than human civilization. Liam struck first, a lightning-fast attack that would have destroyed any ordinary opponent. But Darius seemed to

The tension in the air grew heavier. “After pleading for a long time without success, she stood in front of me and protected me,” Darius said. “She used the power of Vazathan to fight him.” The image of the battle formed clearly through his words. “She sealed the powers of George and the men who came with him,” Darius continued. “For a moment, they could not use their abilities. At that time, I knew it was my chance.” His voice lowered. “I attacked them with everything I had. I knew I could never match the Alpha King, but I also knew I had to fight.”

Cannibal had Darius’s blood all over his body, but Darius only had like three successful attacks on Cannibal since the inception of the fight. Darius took another opportunity and then dug his knee through his groin. He tried to use his claw, but Cannibal dodged. Cannibal raised Darius over his head despite the pain he felt and landed him on stone. I could hear the shattering sounds of his spine from where I sat. The crowd erupted. The fight was in favor of the man who used a booster for his strength and muscles. There must be a reason why he didn’t use it in his fight against Alpha Enzo.

Justin hurries to his fuming friend, and it's as if they don't even realize we are here. "Calm down?" my mate growls and his eyes shine a bright red. "Just shut up, and fight me. Attack at once," his voice commands, and my brothers, with the other guy, share concerned glances. "It's happening," Dad mumbles and gets up too. "Zane..." Derek's words are cut short when my mate attacks instead. Three consecutive blows, and everyone drops to the floor, unmoving. What is happening to him? The weird strength. Red eyes.

Thank you for being with Madison, Aleister, Mallory, Hunter, Farkas, Ahina, Roberto and everyone else! Battle of the Immortals officially signing off!

A shadow darted past the broken altar. I lunged, shifting mid-air. “DARIUS!” Claws met mine in a violent clash. His scent hit me—silver burns, blood, madness. His eyes were yellow, feral, wrong. “Xander?” he rasped, then caught sight of Amara. His face twisted. “You? You brought her?” “Betrayal!” he roared. “How could you?” Amara didn’t flinch. She threw a silver spike that caught his shoulder. He snarled, turning toward me.