Fighting Darius Free Online Novels & Stories

Darius's eyes were fixed on Theo as he is the only person he wanted to fight and kill that moment. He jumped down from his horse and ran to where Theo was, swirling his sword at him, hug Theo moved away and brought out his own sword. The two charged towards each other and their swords clashed. They growled at each other, trying to push the other sword away and gain the upper hand but they were both as strong. Giving up, they pushed each other away and went for another attack, this time, Darius went down when Theo's sword was almost reaching his neck, and hit him from behind, making him to loss his balance.

Glass shattered; debris clattered to the floor. Darius recovered quickly, his face twisted with hatred. He charged, and we met in the center of the room with a thunderous crash—fists flying, rage fueling every blow. I fought for Lilly, for everything Darius threatened to take. Darius was well-trained—even in his drunken state, he was still strong. “Give me a try,” Lotus whispered. I let him take over, knowing that if we shifted, Lilly might get hurt. Lotus took control, and in one deep breath, he summoned all the elements. There was no way Darius would win. They would swoop in, unknowingly helping Lotus bring him down.

All the rogues behind Justin shift to their wolves and ready themselves to attack Darius. “You have spies in my pack!? Fight me now and let’s end this fucking show!” Darius challenges Justin, whose face is turning red from lack of air. I stand at the ready, prepared to start with Mara. Nothing would make me happier to scratch out her eyes at this moment. I see how she is still looking at Darius, like he is some tasty snack to her.

Joram said calmly. Darius scoffed, “Or else what? What you did should be treated as treason, and I will not -” Joram’s hand moved faster than an eye blink. It connected heavily against Darius’s chin with a resounding smack. Darius stumbled back, involuntarily letting go of Joram’s shirt. He spat out blood and looked up with a smile. “This is just what I needed.” He growled, leaping and tackling Joram. They crashed into the hard mahogany desk, breaking through it. Darius clamped a hand on Joram’s neck as the other hand delivered heavy punches, which Joram tried his best to block and defend.

"Why are you keeping me here?" Darius stepped closer to the bars, and I tried not to step back even though we were separated by the bars. "We're going to play a game," he said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A game?" What was he on about? Darius nodded. "A game," he repeated. "I have remained unscathed for years. No blade, no claw, no weapon has ever managed to leave a mark on me. And then you came along and carved a gash so deep it seemed to reach my very soul. Do you think I'll simply let you walk away from such a transgression? No. We will play a game, a game of survival, a game of dominance. For a month, we will clash, our wills colliding in a dance of pain and power. Once each week

"You were like a broken compass—spinning out. When Kael bit you, we all settled, too. We’re connected now." "A Reverse Harem of necessity," she muttered, pulling her collar high. "A pact of survival," Rhys corrected. "Now, we play hockey. And we play by Darius's rules, because we need the access. We need to find the proof he's still running the Forced Fighting Ring." Morning practice was brutal, a high-stakes performance played under the watchful scrutiny of Alpha Darius and his enforcers in the upper box. Darius himself was a man who smelled of power and old money. He walked onto the ice during the first drill, stopping directly in front of Elara.

Darius stayed on his feet, sword raised, body between me and the ridge. Tomas had already pulled Seraphina off her horse and shoved her behind a boulder, using her as a temporary shield while he drew his blade. “Stay low!” Tomas yelled. The Emperor’s men charged down the slope, boots kicking up dust. Ten against four, and one of us wounded, another a prisoner. Darius met the first attacker head-on. Their swords clashed with a ringing sound that echoed off the rocks. He moved slower than usual because of the fever and blood loss, but every strike was precise and furious.

"Death to them all! Bring the kid to me! I felt dread. He had no intention of stopping. He refused to stop. Viktor and Darius collided violently as Darius lunged at him. Fangs jerked. Claws cut. Viktor threw Darius back, and I gasped. Blood dripping from his arm, he rolled to his feet after hitting the ground hard. Viktor mockingly said, "You can't win." "I own this child." Darius wiped blood from his mouth and hissed, "No." "Over my corpse." Darius and his troops were beaten down by Viktor's warriors as they moved in.

Bjorn accepted with a frown and opened it. "Azaia filled a temporary restraining order against you Mr. De Castro" he said when Bjorn started scanning the first envelope. Anger flared up again in Bjorn's eyes when Xenoah said that. "And do you think you can win against me?" he mocked. "No, because I didn't think of it because I know I will." he answered. "Fvckyou!" Bjorn yelled as he was about to punch Xenoah but he preceded him, he was the one punched. Bjorn sits on the floor because of the blow Xenoah unleashed.

Your date meeting your opponent from a fight that he forbade you to take any part of and possibly figuring out that you are fighting for the money to help him with his mother’s medications. FML. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You.” Adam gritted out once again, already on his feet and a step behind me. The guy smirked at him. “Oh, does the little fighter have a boyfriend?” I anxiously watched them glare at each other, switching my stare back and forth between them. “Well, this boyfriend is going to kick your ass if you don’t start running,” Adam growled lowly so that no one else could hear him. My breath got caught in my throat once the words left his mouth.