Future Card Buddyfight Characters Novels & Stories

"Sam and Gwen, but I don't know how well they'll work with Michel's team, they kind of don't like each other. Mary John and Ginna are excellent fighters, but they are the kind of person that works by the rules, Michel on the other hand, likes prefers to ask forgiveness than for permission." "That might be good for them to cancel each other out, one is strict and the other wild might be what I need. Please tell Mary John and Ginna to come to talk to me, preferably before Michel's team arrive. And what do you think about Patricia and Schirouca?" She asked, pensive. "Patricia is an extremely good fighter, even though she is impulsive and could use some lessons on weapons, Schirouca uses more fo

There are still quite a few faces to observe. "Commander Burk will be fighting a Mangog...Captian Nole will be fighting a Latroot...Lieutenant Modok will be fighting a Bunte...Commander Garlof will be fighting a Zobilo...Captian Cull will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says, and I stiffen involuntarily. Krystal grabs my hand like she did when Cull was fighting, and I give her a thankful grin. Just because the fights should be easier doesn't mean the beasts aren't dangerous.

My adrenaline was sky-high, and I was pissed that I’d turned my back on the fourth guy. “Hey, I’m Whitman,” one of the fighters said, and sat on a chair in the corner. I turned toward him and held my hand out. “Kai.” We shook hands, and he smiled. “Who are you up against?” he asked me, as I placed my phone and wallet in the locker. “Some guy named Falcon,” I said. “And you?” “Falcon?” he asked me, with big eyes. “Do you know him?” “He’s some crazy guy from Montana. He’s been overseas and hasn’t lost a fight yet,” he said, and I smiled.

Just as the fully armed security guards surged forward, Frederick slowly pulled out the Black Dragon Card from his pocket. "Do you want to have a look at my card?" Bob looked at Frederick in confusion. How would a man dressed head to toe in cheap clothing have any kind of card? Wade laughed his head off when he saw the card in Frederick's hand. "The Sky Garden only has two kinds of cards: Gold and Platinum. Where did you get this cheap black card? Who are you trying to fool?" Bob had been prepared to ignore it, but he jumped in shock when he heard that it was a black card.

I practically snatch the phone out of Mika’s hand, staring intensely at the digital poster glowing on the screen. It’s a promotional fight flyer for an underground match. In the center of the dark, gritty graphic sits Trey. He’s shirtless, his mouthwatering physique on display, those icy orbs staring nonchalantly into the camera. Next to him is another fighter–a huge bald guy whose biceps look like tree trunks. He appears even bigger and broader than Trey. The bold, bloody typography across the flyer reads: THE VAULT UNDERGROUND: NIGHT OF BLOOD & GLORY DON'T MISS THE EPIC SHOWDOWN OF THE CENTURY!

As I pulled out my weapon, silver fluid went gushing out of him while he slowly fell on the ground. I headed straight to the clearing where Lowan and fake me were having a duel. I found Lowan on full defense mode, so I shouted, "Lowan! She isn't me! I'm the real Cass!" He looked at me, and he seemed in need of more convincing, so I shouted, “Look! I’m wearing a mask. That Cassidy doesn’t have a mask, yet she drew a weapon.” He smiled as if saying, "I won't hold back anymore." It was impressive; the glowing cards flew around Lowan swiftly; from a defensive tornado to a raging storm of cards flinging toward the enemy. Fake me was bleeding mercury-like substance from a lot of different places a

See how hurt he is. Red marks marred his stomach. Her fingers traced the proof that Jacob had punched him there. She felt his rib cage, where more marks showed. She didn’t feel any broken bones. His belly had firm, hard muscles even while he lay lax, but she didn’t feel anything that would suggest internal bleeding. She tried to stay professional but her fingertips lingered a little too long as she traced an intricate pattern of muscle groups. She couldn’t deny touching him affected her as a woman. He was forbidden, dangerous, and sexy.

Out of the 140 of the lower tier fighters, only 8 were qualified to this round. Their names were; Kim Yu-Jun, Ragged Old Man, Midnight, Kay Lim, Rajesh Kumar, Maple B. Marry, Osman Mehmed, and Matthew Dragunov. They had proven to be the top fighters of the lower ranks and had a fanbase (except for Matthew) of their own. They had earned this opportunity to stand on equal footing as the other 62 fighters.

Tatum pulls the beautiful female to him. “This is Carmon, my Luna” He says as he places a kiss on her cheek, she playfully swats him away. “Carmon, this is Alpha Clayton and Alpha Enyo” He introduces us to his mate. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me as a huge smile spreads over her face.

After about half an hour, Stormbringer had finished all three stacks of his ammo, while Jermaine had flung about thirty of his cards. At this moment, Stormbringer’s chest was bleeding, as a card had stabbed into his ribs. However it was not a deep wound and he simply pulled out the bloody card. At the same time, there was a line of blood on Jermaine’s face. A bullet had scratched his face earlier, and the wound was throbbing painfully. Tossing away the desert eagle in his hands, Stormbringer took out two daggers from his thigh holsters instead, and ran towards his opponent. Jermaine immediately reacted, throwing all but two of the playing cards he had left while also running towards Stormbri