Fighting Darius Free Online Novels & Stories

*clank* *clank* *clank* *clank*. Fawn blocked one strike and attacked. Diva blocked and struck back in retaliation. Block, strike, block, strike, the fight went on without any rest. It was as if victory would be determined base on who gave in first. Dash was up against Platoon and he was doing horribly against the human, non-ability-using giant. *Wham* Dash was slammed into the floor for the umpteenth time. The rate at which he was caught and bashed into the floor made him doubt if Platoon actually had an ability but was hidden, just like Wilson.

Darius's heart clutched as the renegade lunged. Darius pushed himself between Aria and the outlaw, driven by pure willpower. He was thrown to the ground by the hit, but he was able to roll up and protect Aria with his huge frame. He sustained severe gashes when the rogue's claws swept over his side, but he made no move to back down. He pounced and clamped his teeth on the rogue's neck with a furious growl. After a painful crunch, the rogue fell to the ground, dead.

I warned. He stayed quiet, then a smirk appeared on his face. "You'll have to fight me first." That was all it took to have Darius snarling and running towards him to attack. He was foolish relying on his emotions, because he gave Caius exactly what he wanted. I watched Caius move with supernatural speed. Daria was slower and when he struck, Caius easily dodged and retaliated with a precise blow that sent Darius staggering, and he fell hitting the cold stone floor with a thud.

“I am fighting you.” But there was no fire in his voice—no emotion. It was as if Damon was simply going through the motions, not seeing this as the battle Darius desperately wanted it to be. The crowd continued to cheer for Darius, encouraging him as he gave it everything he had. “Don’t stop, Darius!” they shouted. “You’ve got this!” Darius swung again, his knuckles grazing Damon’s jaw this time. But Damon didn’t even flinch. He countered with a quick jab—a light one—but it was enough to send Darius stumbling backward.

"Look at yourself, Carrie." I glared at him and he met my gaze, forcing me to look down at myself. Admittedly, it was pretty bad. My crop top had become a deep red colour and the material was in shreds, exposing flashes of my purple lace bra. Bloodstained my skin in huge patches and bites and scratches pulled at my skin. I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling the split of my bottom lip and the extent of the intense swelling. "Okay, so it was a rough friendly fight, big deal. Dante looked just as bad."

Wayne nodded, rubbing away sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Good,” Darius said. “Again.” They clashed again, harder. Wayne’s arm brushed Darius’s chest, fingers catching fabric. The contact sparked something too quick to name. Darius grabbed him by the wrist, twisted him around once again and pressed him to the ground. He had Wayne wriggling beneath him with his teeth bared. “Fight back,” Darius growled near his ear. “I am!” Wayne gritted out. “Not like that.” Wayne twisted, managing to shove him off balance. For a second, Darius hit the dirt too, both of them breathing hard. Then Darius laughed quietly and unexpectedly.

Against someone much stronger. _*]:min-w-0"> "You're going to refuse, right?" Nova asked quietly. _*]:min-w-0"> "Can't. If I refuse, I look weak. Everyone will think I'm scared." _*]:min-w-0"> "You should be scared. Darius is dangerous. He's been training for years. He knows every dirty trick. And he doesn't fight fair." _*]:min-w-0"> "Then I'll have to fight dirty too." _*]:min-w-0">

“Are you alright?” Darius shook his head. “Relax. I’m fine.” Darius released Laura’s hand and then attacked Reagan again. The two Alphas were now truly engaged in a brutal fight in the middle of the mansion corridor, both unleashing all of their strength. “I won’t let you keep hurting her, bastard!” Reagan roared as he punched Darius. “Cih! Then try to stop me!” Darius sneered. “You can’t stop me because you have no right to forbid me!” Darius said sarcastically.

“We’ll fight our way out if we have to.” Darius laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “You really think you can take all of us? Face it, Kaelan—you’ve already lost.” Kaelan didn’t respond. Instead, he lunged at Darius, his dagger flashing in the dim light. The fight erupted in an instant, chaos consuming the forest as Kaelan, Rhea, and Lila fought to defend themselves. Rhea’s heart pounded as she dodged an attack, her knife slicing through the air. She wasn’t a fighter, but desperation gave her strength. She caught a glimpse of Kaelan, his movements swift and precise as he took down one opponent after another.

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!”