Fighting Romance Novels & Stories

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In Rome, on their last night before the final push to Venice, they fought. It started over nothing (a lingering touch from a male dancer during notes) and exploded into shouting, shattering a wine glass against the marble floor. Victor pinned her to the wall by the throat, eyes black with fury and lust. “You think you can flirt in front of me?” “I wasn’t flirting, I was working.” He kissed her hard enough to split her lip, copper blooming between their tongues. She bit him back, raked nails down his chest hard enough to draw blood. They tore at each other like animals (clothes ripping, skin breaking, curses and moans indistinguishable).

Up and down my spine. "That's it. Just breathe for me." I don't know how long we stayed like that. The shaking started to ease. Just a little. The cold, loosening its grip. His arms never left. "Why didn't you fight?" His whisper brushed against my hair. "What?" "In the pool. You didn't fight." "I can't swim." My throat felt scratchy. "I know. But you didn't even try. You just... went under." And just like that, the anger came.

He’d been up-close and personal with hundreds of sweaty, grunting, half-naked men, so why being all pressed up on a fully-clothed one was doing his head in was a bit of a mystery. Second, he and Nick had been sparring partners for years, so Adam had smashed the guy in the face and body without hesitation or compunction. Hell, Nick had returned the favor enthusiastically, by doing drop-kicks and spin-kicks and getting in a few punches himself. So Adam had no issues beating Nick, or being beaten by Nick, into submission. So why was Adam being so weird about dancing with the guy? Shaking his head at his own bizarre and complicated form of macho-ness, Adam rolled his massive shoulders. “You doin

I kept walking forward, heading to the training grounds with rising determination… until I saw my boyfriend, shirtless, covered in sweat and dirt, fighting one of the new recruits. "Oh, my…" I felt like my ovaries might explode any second. He was circled by the crowd of warriors. I could see Maya and Gamma Zane among them. I watched him in awe. His movements were swift and almost fluid. He kept a wicked smirk on his face, observing his opponent with cool confidence. The recruit he was fighting against was nearly twice his size. The bulky giant roared lurching at Felix. My boyfriend stood calmly until the very last second before he sidestepped him and threw a powerful kick at his back. The bu

The fight was chaotic. One lunged for my throat, but I sidestepped, driving my blade up under its ribs. The silver sizzled against its flesh, but it didn’t go down — it only screamed and swung a paw the size of my head at me. I ducked, rolled, came up in time to see Lira slam a dagger into another’s neck. Roman fought like a man possessed, his movements precise and brutal, dropping one wolf after another, but they kept getting back up like pain meant nothing to them.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pushes me backward, and we both land on the ground. The fight is sloppy. Both of us are letting our anger guide us instead of considering our training. Elana stands to the side, begging us to stop, but it is falling on deaf ears. Damon and I roll on the ground, punching each other where we can. Blood splatters across the pavement, and it is impossible to tell who it belongs to. Damon and I have fought before, but never like this. We are both out to wound each other gravely. This fight won’t end until one of us is knocked out or dead.

“All the fighting got me horny and needy for your cock, darling.” I never knew that dirty talk from Serena’s lips could be such a turn-on. With a growl, I spun Serena and pushed her forward onto the back seat. She gasped, a shiver running down her spine. The shirt she has on is too skimpy to cover her ass when she’s bent over. Her pussy glistened, so wet and ready for me. A thrill runs through me. For five years, I had only done fighting but no fucking. Maybe this would be our new routine: killing bad guys and then fucking mad after.

I slash his throat and watch detached as his body flops to the ground. A quick glance shows the warriors and Damien desperately fighting against the onslaught of rogues. It felt like there were hundreds of them. I leap into the fray, forcing myself forward, focused on getting to my mate. I kill without remorse, ignoring the small scratches and injuries that leave me bleeding. I see Damien's wolf eyeing me as he takes down two rogues and steps backwards, both of our wolves meeting, our backs to each other as we protect without communicating. Each attack is precise, perfectly coordinated.

She never got to get to know her father because of her own uncle's selfish actions. A tear streams down her face. "You'll pay for everything Roman, for hurting every single innocent soul who's life you ripped away for your own selfish reasons. I hope you rot in hell" she spits out at him with fire burning inside her eyes. "You BITCH" He growls his black eyes turning deadly, he attempts to lung at her. Only to be stopped by Damien's black wolf jumping onto him, Roman instantly shifts into his reddish brown colored wolf. The fight starts, with rogues attacking the pack members. Everyone shifting into their wolf without a second thought.