Glory Combat Novels & Stories

She slammed her utensils down and scolded me sharply, yelling, "Tessa! As her elder sister, can't you be more considerate? "Do you think it's reasonable to look so displeased with Rebecca over something so minor? If you keep being this petty, don't bother calling me your mother anymore!" Everyone turned to look at me—waiting for me to either lose control and scream like before, or cry pitifully to defend myself as usual. However, this time, I remained unusually calm. Even though the pain I felt inside made it hard to breathe, I no longer wanted to defend myself to them. After all, I was going to die soon. At this point, even arguing had become a luxury.

“Gladly.” The battle exploded. Maelor’s claw struck down with the force of a mountain. Aelin met it head-on, her fire clashing with godlight. Seraphine’s flames arced to her side, Jayden’s shadows strangled at Maelor’s legs, Ivy’s runes shattered the stones beneath him. Cassian, though wounded, let his wolf half surge, golden aura exploding outward, ramming into Maelor’s chest. For a moment, impossibly, the god staggered.

She pressed so hard that blood had seeped from the wound. Her honeysuckle pheromones, mixed with the smell of blood, became sharp and crazy, her pupils shrinking to dangerous slits from excitement. Her maid followed behind, her face pale with fear, her wolf ears pressed tightly to her scalp, her pheromones trembling like a candle in the wind. Gloria had bought a dagger on the way; no one could stop her. The resolute aura was so overwhelming that no one dared to approach. Seeing Adelaide, Gloria's eyes reddened, and she roared with a voice trembling like a wolf's howl, "Adelaide, what deep grudge do you have against me? Why are you trying to ruin me like this?"

He simply glared at his opponent, threatening him with just the use of his gaze alone. My eyes scrunched closed as the fight was called to begin. I could do nothing but stare down at my feet, hearing the grunts from both Josh and the other guy. I wasn't sure how I could feel so comfortable fighting Mason in the gym when I could barely look at the one happening right in front of me. But timing ended up being a cruel reminder of what was in front of me as I opened my eyes, just to see Josh slamming his fists into the guy, now on the floor.

The battlefield trembled under the weight of their relentless clash, the air thick with the scent of blood and the echoes of battle cries. Alpha Stanley and Alpha Darren locked in a fierce combat, their movements a symphony of strength and skill. Stanley, fueled by his thirst for power, launched a series of swift attacks, his eyes burning with a twisted determination. Darren, fueled by his love for Lucy and the desire to protect his pack, parried each blow with calculated precision.

Unlike before, I could now clearly see the slimy black substance surrounding my opponent; he was going to fake a high hit and aim for my shins, as he had scored his fair share of points during the fight using that tactic. Remember, Max. Combat is a dance. I remember. Sometimes your partner wants to make you look bad. Like right now. That’s why you have to take it to another level, so it’s your partner who ends up the worse of it. You can see what he’s doing and what he’s going to do. I… He’s ruthless. Paying his treachery with honor is an insult to him. Double down. I still have two more points to win. He will lose.

Lothar cackled, "You rile me up damn retard." Bill scoffs and charges at Lothar. Lothar darts at his opponent. They both meet at the middle and go all out, Bill swings Gravemaker at Lothar who ducks and rolls out of the way. He swings again at Lothar who merely sidesteps out of the way. It was then that Bill realized that Lothar's area of specialist was close combat, he was a body type Zeno user after all. "Acid punch!" Lothar barks out as he runs his right into Bill's face. He then jumps high in the are and plants his foot on Bill's neck, "Acid heel."

Gamma Thorne let out a low, menacing growl, the sound rippling through the air. His massive frame tensed, prepared to unleash the fury of his position upon the intruders. The skirmish erupted into chaos, a flurry of fur and flashing teeth. Claws tore at the earth, kicking up debris as combatants grappled for dominance. Each member of our group showcased their prowess-Paul with his calculated strikes, Gamma Thorne with his brute strength, and Elara with her swift, darting movements that left adversaries bewildered in her wake.

“This month’s medication.” I stared at the bag without speaking. Jaime frowned at my lack of reaction. “What do you want?” I threw the bag back. “I do not need it anymore. Take it. I will not need it again.” Jaime paused and blinked her long eyelashes, surprised by my words. She knew I had risked my dignity and life to save my mother. She quickly recovered and scoffed. “Joseph, do not play games with me. I told you. Your mother killed my mother. You will suffer for the rest of your life.”

"I don't care why you're not with my son anymore. You killed him. And it would be best if you were in the same position as well. After that, your good-for-nothing mate will be next!" Swiftly, Gloria launched herself at me, her movements fluid and unnaturally swift. I dodged her initial strike, narrowly avoiding her outstretched claws. Our battle weaved through the ancient trees; each clash sending shockwaves through the surrounding forest. I fought with every ounce of strength, parrying Gloria's attacks and countering my own. But her power was formidable, and I soon found myself being overpowered. Her strikes were swift and relentless, fueled by a mother's grief twisted by vengeance.