Good Rap Battle Lines Novels & Stories

And in that moment of hesitation, I struck. Silver light and black shadow tore through their front lines, a blur of claws, fire, and spectral moonlight. Screams filled the air, cut short by the precision of my strike, guided by Kira’s calm and Veraka’s ferocity. The battlefield became a storm of colour, fury, and sound. Andres moved beside me, every step deliberate, fangs bared, his own power ripping through the enemy as the war lord he is. Together, we became unstoppable—a single force of dominance, fury, and unbreakable bond.

Most people only ask about the topic or theme. “How about a regular battle with three guest judges, three rounds each person of sixteen bars per round? I’ll start first, and we let the best of three rounds win the battle?” Zen had no idea what it was, but he liked the idea of a blood-free battle for his ingredients. Those shades were the only things he needed from this weirdo, and he would explore other options should he lose this rap battle. “Deal!” Zen declared. “When will we host the battle?” Excited that there would be a new reason for him to perform again, the rapper declared that it would be held in two days.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

He was waiting for me, his son and prized competitor, to emerge after my 20-minute break and win the game, bringing him pride once again. Unfortunately, I didn't think victory would be possible tonight. Not when my arch-nemesis, Damario Bloodworth, the prince of the East and my opponent, was waiting for me in that room, holding the weight of my deepest secret in his hands. "Gods, this is a mistake. Turn around and walk away, Zayn. Act like it never happened. If you don't acknowledge it, it never existed." My subconscious mind screamed at me, frantically urging me not to enter that room.

“Not now.” She grinned, completely unrepentant. “Relax,” she said. “It’s a workshop, not a battlefield.” I let out a quiet breath, If only she knew. “Names!” A voice cut through the chatter. One of the coordinators stood near the bus, clipboard in hand, scanning the crowd. “Check in and load your luggage!” People began moving and the line formed quickly. Karl nudged me forward. “Go. Before you change your mind.” I rolled my eyes but stepped into line anyway. The line moved forward one step, then another and suddenly…It felt real. This wasn’t just an idea anymore, a distraction, or an escape. This was happening.

he barked across the rink. My skates carved hard across the ice as I pushed into another sprint drill. My legs burned, lungs tight with cold air. We’d already been at it nearly two hours. Pass drills. Defensive rotations. Full-ice sprints. “Foster! Move!” “I am moving,” I muttered under my breath, shoving harder across the ice. The rest of the team groaned as we lined up again. The locker room buzzed with tired complaints. “Murphy’s tonight?” someone asked.

he whispered, his voice thick with tension. The sheets beneath me were pure white silk, and I felt sick knowing I was ruining them with my blood. My face felt like it was on fire. A throbbing, white-hot pain pulsed from my cheekbone all the way down to my jaw, making my eyes water. But I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists. I had to hold the pain in. I couldn't let it show. I was just a maid, and showing weakness in front of the Alpha felt dangerous, even if he was being kind right now.

The words cut through the air like broken glass. Taylor’s jaw tightened. “Don’t talk about her like that.” “What did you say to me?” His father took a staggering step forward, rage rising with every word. “You think you can talk back now, huh? You ungrateful piece of…” He lunged, grabbing Taylor by the front of his shirt. I gasped, instinctively stepping forward. “Stop it!” I yelled, the sound shaky but sharp enough to slice through the noise. Taylor struggled to push his father’s arm away, his body jerking under the man’s strength. “Let go of me!” he shouted, but the words only seemed to fuel the man’s fury.

Even I was shocked by what he said. Zach has always been a model of success. He was already an accomplished man despite his relative youth, with countless businesses lining up to work with him. His future looked so bright. Was he really willing to throw it all away out of guilt? Jessica tried desperately to run, but Zach was already making a call. Outside, around the corner, a group of men appeared. They blocked Jessica and shoved her into a van. I looked into Zach's steady eyes. I realized… He meant it.

“Are you sure? Because the way you said nightmare sounded a lot like ‘opportunity.’” I sat up so fast I got dizzy. “Jade I swear on everything holy, I would rather bathe in battery acid.” “Uh-huh.” She didn’t sound convinced. “This is the same guy whose jawline you ranted about for ten solid minutes the other night?” “I WAS INSULTING HIM.” “You described him like Michelangelo carved him himself.” “WITH HATE,” I growled. She giggled. “Sure, babes.”