Fighting Words Book Novels & Stories

Roger transforms into a werewolf and roars into Aiden's face. "Hold on, to get to me you need to go through them first, do you know what you're fighting for?" Roger gets more frustrated and rushes at Aiden but another werewolf jumps in between them and digs his claws into Roger's sides. Roger digs his teeth into the Wewolf's shoulder and rips at the flesh. The unknown werewolf lifts Roger up and tosses him across the room. Two werewolves stare each other down while the other wolves howl with excitement at the prospect of lots of blood being spilled. Aiden is still in his human form and calls out at Roger, "Welcome to Werewolf Fightclub Roger, tonight you are fighting for a wonderful prize, J

He might've been an uneducated slave before, but he had still spent his entire life in the Barren Settlement and knew quite a bit about the Clanmembers' culture, cultivation methods and fighting techniques even though he could never partake in any of them. He could naturally see that the people in front of him viewed him as hostile. It was at this point he realised he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He had not thought things through. He remained silent and motionless, afraid that a sudden move or thought might provoke a powerful gust of wind and accidentally start a fight. Contrary to his intentions, his silence only served to intimidate the four cultivators. The three Stream Realm

It felt like the world was playing a cruel joke on me. Master Ugalo’s voice was rather loud as he spoke. “Remember, Emma,” he said, his tone stern, “fighting is a part of every human being. Whether it’s physical or emotional, we all fight in one way or another. It’s in our nature.” His words did little to comfort me. Maybe deep down, fighting was a part of human nature, but right now, all I felt was hopeless. The sword felt heavy in my hands, the steps too complicated. My body and mind weren’t in sync, and I was just flailing around, looking ridiculous. Everyone else seemed to catch on so easily. They moved gracefully, fluidly. I was a stiff, fumbling mess.

Brooke spat, his words laced with venom. I tried to reason with him, desperate to avoid another physical confrontation. "Brooke, please. I have no intention of causing any trouble. I just want to be a part of this family." But Brooke was beyond reason. He raised his fist to strike me, and I knew that there was no way out of this but to defend myself. The fight that ensued was brutal and intense. The sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the clearing, mingling with grunts of pain and shouts of anger. I fought with everything I had, my adrenaline pumping as I dodged blows and landed strikes of my own.

she snapped. Francis flinched and jumped up in fear. “Olivia, tell me what happened,” Felicia said, pointing at her. “It was Francis. He wanted to bully Tyler, so I stopped him.” Francis scoffed. “Lies! The boy attacked me first. He thinks he's special because of his silly backpack, acting like he's better than us.” “Francis, stop lying! Olivia fired back. “Tyler did nothing wrong. He was minding his own business when Francis threw his bag on the floor and tried to kick him.”

His arm came around her shoulders instinctively, protective and tender, and she let herself lean into him for a heartbeat longer than she should. “I’m scared,” she admitted softly. He tilted his head, pressing his lips to her hair. “So am I.” Then he drew back, eyes burning steady into hers. “But fear doesn’t mean we break. It means we fight smarter.” Before she could answer, the mist shifted. A low growl rolled through the trees, deeper this time, vibrating in her chest. Her fire flared in response, and Evelynn clenched her fists to keep it from leaping uncontrolled from her palms.

God, what the women had suffered was literally unimaginable: many, many of them had lost an eye, one woman had had her lips burned right off. Even the women who hadn’t been hurt as ‘badly’ – though Nick thought of that as a relative term – were horrifically, permanently scarred. The scarring disfigured them to the point that many women felt less than human. It was a heartbreaking thing to have happened to them, and Mia had written an incredible book about it. “What did you see when you looked at them?” he asked her. “Strength,” Mia responded. “Spirit. Unbreakable courage. Determination to get on with things, as best they could. Triumph. Some of the best and brightest things that humanity has

Every word became heavier than the last as the pressure around my body spread little by little until even the air became heavy. “We attack. We destroy. We kill.” I slowly clenched my fist. “So today… I want you to fight as though your lives depend on it.” A murderous light flashed across my eyes. “When you see your enemy… don’t hesitate. Break their necks. Tear open their chests. Rip out their hearts. Show them exactly why the Northern Pack got to this position.” The warriors’ breathing became heavier. Their eyes gradually turned crimson. Veins bulged across their necks and arms as bloodthirst slowly filled the air.

Mary was beaten bloody for speaking up for me and telling the truth. Seeing that, I could no longer keep the blood in my chest down, and I coughed it up. In order to stay in this so-called family, I pretended to be mute, enduring everything silently. But because of that, an innocent person was trampled on to protect a liar. "Stop hitting her…" I struggled to get up. But Jackie was quicker. He knelt on the floor, sobbing.

'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unnerving ease. It begins in your mind, always ... so you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of