Fighting Spirit Series Novels & Stories

He gritted his teeth and said solemnly, “If I die in battle, I hope you guys take care of the Davethi Sect for me.” After speaking, Sterling flew out and immediately launched fierce attacks at James. “Ha! This old man has no sportsmanship!” James quickly dodged the series of attacks. Then, he raised his hand, and several evil spirits notarized, quickly spreading out. Sterling’s heart panicked after seeing the terrifying cultivation ranks of the evil spirits. However, he suppressed his emotions and bravely continued the fight. More than a dozen evil spirits surrounded him, James flew into the air and threw a series of attacks at Sterling. Loud bangs resounded, and Sterling’s body had countles

However, it ended up biting on empty air, In the place where the spirit was supposed to be. Rargh! Confused, by its inability to pierce the spirit man, the beast roared madly before landing with a careless thud. Thus, it broke its hind limb. Rargh!! it shook it's head crazily; vexed, it charged forward again. Stirring thick dust in its wake, the beast kept running round in circles, as it received heavy blows and struggled to make out a particular target. This was exactly the power of ancestral spirit—the warrior could use the spirit they communicated with to fight in battle. Thus surpassing all physical limitations.

Akira's loyalty was unwavering, but his outburst had hurt her deeply. Vicky's eyes blazed with fury and hatred as he stared at the shattered mug, his thirst and frustration boiling over. "Akira, that's it!" he bellowed and yelled, his voice echoing through the forest. "I've had enough of your interference! But mind don't it again, otherwise you will have to face my words!" Akira stood her ground, her feathers ruffled, her eyes flashing with a fierce inner light. She let out a defiant cry again, as if daring Vicky to challenge her further. Vicky's face twisted in anger, he took a step forward, but Akira was quicker.

Even if it was selfish of me to feel that way, yet I was happy that at least two of them shared the same hostile feelings towards Adrian. Adrian and Serena sat on the couch next to us and we continued watching . It was tense to say the least,when Serena broke the tension by suddenly declaring "I'm bored. Let's do something fun" All of us agreed to that, Alex said that we could have a water fight. "The boys will be in one team and the girls in another. And the team that will get hit the least number of times would be the winner. The losers will be the slaves for a day." Angelo said

The purple light from his palms crawled from its hilth into its clear, sharp shaft until the tip, emitting purple smoke around its whole length. But King Astius didn't fear it. In fact, he looked like nothing would scare him now. Without hesitation, he thrusted the sword forward. King Marcellus twitched his sword for a bit and eagerly countered the attack. King Astius was surprise at his strength. He was only using one hand while the other one with the whip was still pinning King Ambrose on air yet he possessed an unbelievable strength. Their weapons kept clashing hard against each other and neither of them wanted to slow down or slack off. Both were desperate to claim the prize of honor and

It turned its glowing red eyes on Lucius, hissing in rage. "You dare to defy me?" the spirit snarled, its voice reverberating like a thousand whispers. Lucius stood firm, his sword glowing with a golden light. "You have no place here," he said, his voice calm but resolute. "Your time is over." The spirit lunged, its shadowy form converging on Lucius. The two clashed in a battle of pure energy, the air around them crackling with power. Lucius's light clashed against the spirit's darkness, the two forces locked in a deadly struggle.

“I’m calling Dr. Kerr.” “Regionals are in six weeks.” “I know.” “It’s conditioning, Dad.” “I know you think so.” I had the whole argument loaded. Inflammatory response, training volume, the week-by-week log I kept in my head that could account for every single thing. I opened my mouth. Closed it.

And she whispered back – without even one tremor of hesitation or fear – “I love you, too.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Fighting For Love’ series characters. ‘Fighting Love’ (Fighting For Love #3), the next book in the series, is Reena and Mitch's story and and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to please check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

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

My nostrils flared as I sucked in deep breaths, fighting to keep my wits about me. “What do you want from me?” I rasped. If I could get it talking, then maybe I could find a way out of this. I wouldn’t. But it was worth a shot. The spirit moved to one side, its footsteps slow, predator-like. It moved to the other side, its gaze never leaving me. Its mouth opened wider, and it laughed. “Blood.” Blood? “Why?” The spirit crouched, ready to attack. “Thiiiiirsty.”