Here Comes The New Challenger Novels & Stories

"Bring in the challenger." The heavy steel doors at the far end of the room opened. My designated challenger walked in. He was a heavily muscled pack enforcer, thick through the chest and carrying scars from border disputes. He pounded his fists together, trying to hype himself up for a fight he was never going to win. 《He is weak,》 Varek said inside my head. 《Look at his footing. He is already nervous.》 I kept my arms loose at my sides. The enforcer charged. He lunged forward to test my dominance physically. He threw a massive right hook aimed directly at my jaw.

That was not exactly how I expected people to react to curses. "Yeah! You know." Scarlett nodded, seemed just as surprised as I was at the fact that I didn't know that, "You are a good fighter. Gorgeous with grey-blue hair and cool tattoos. Of course you are the new hit." "You realize we are left alone now, right?" I rolled my eyes. It wasn't exactly the treatment you get as a "new hit". "Of course we are!" Scarlett burst into laughter, "Who do you expect to come and challenge you when you took down Rachel plus her twins single-handedly?!"

A smug smile tugged at her mouth. As if she'd won a battle. But the victor wasn't me, her husband. Caleb wrapped an arm around her and raised three fingers, all obedient and pitiful. "Vivian, I promise I'll never speed again." Then he blinked at me with pleading eyes. "I just got my license, so I don't really know how to control the speed yet. Nathan, you won't blame me, right? You'll forgive me, won't you?" He tilted his head, triumphant beneath the act. There wasn't a trace of guilt in him.

He staggers back, and finally, I can breathe. The crowd goes wild. “Surprise, my people!” the announcer says. “It’s a fight of two against two. Enter Lady Death for the female team and another new recruit for the male team, the Chieftain.” As he says this, Sheril immediately offers me her hand, which I take. She lifts me up and motions toward the new contestant running in. Two against two. The crowd goes crazy. Sheril swings her spear at the Caspian guy I was fighting.

" It's already late now. You decide now where do you want to complete your challenge, right now or in the college in front of everyone?" Ryan couldn't understand what to do now. He didn't expect such reaction from him.

I was just a small-time model, an Omega at the bottom of the pack. That day, like any other, I was looking for a chance to shine on stage. A sleek and fancy car pulled up next to me. As the window rolled down, I saw Evan's handsome face. His eyebrows were raised playfully, his eyes sparkling with a warmth that he did not try to hide. "Nancy, would you like to be with me?" The sun was shining brightly that day, and Evan's smiling face stayed in my heart, blending with the shadow from my dreams.

The engine roars to life as Silas slips into the driver's seat, the deep growl vibrating through my chest. "What is this?" I breathe. He smirks. "A Hellcat Challenger." He shifts the car into gear, then settles his hand on my thigh. I watch as he pulls out of the circular driveway, the tires crunching on the ground. Curiosity bubbles up. "Is this thing super fast?" I ask.

“Earlier today, she walked right into the road, and suffered a serious collision. Billionaire CEO, Mihir Conoretti has offered to foot the bills of the hospital as the accident happened on his property. Unfortunately for us, Vanessa’s cameraman, Leonardo said he didn’t film the whole accident as he was worried about Vanessa already and tried to stop her from crossing alone as she had been showing signs of depression.” A few people from the accident site give their testimonies. As far as I remember, they weren’t even there. They weren’t at the accident site. I increase the volume of the Television as I go to get myself a glass of water. I listen to all the lies, one by one as I stare outside

I had approximately two seconds. Two seconds during which Zara Collins crossed the conference room threshold in a dark blazer and the composed, unhurried ease of someone who had been in professional rooms before and had no reason to find this one intimidating, and the information arranged itself in the specific, cold sequence of facts arriving in the wrong order. She was here. In my building. In my conference room As a business partner. I held my face where it was. The two seconds passed. The room settled into the new configuration.

But even as I sit, I can’t help but glance back at the fight. The tension in the room is electric, a hundred people all feeding off the violence in the ring. I expect one of the fighters to drop at any moment, never to rise again. “Any more challengers?” the MC calls out, his voice cutting through the chaos. The room quiets, a hush falling over the crowd as someone steps forward. My gaze snaps to the stage as the new contender pulls off his satin red robe, revealing a body carved from stone. The word RED is emblazoned on the back of the robe, now discarded on the floor.