Here Comes The New Challenger Novels & Stories

“I already am not.” A flicker of something passes through its expression. Approval. Again. “You begin to understand.” The air shifts suddenly. Sharp. Violent. Josh turns instantly, his focus snapping to the rooftops above us. “Not alone,” he says. I follow his gaze. Movement. Fast. Silent. The Hunters. They are here. Figures drop from the buildings, landing in perfect formation around us. Not the scattered ones from before. Organized. Prepared. Armed. Their eyes lock onto me.

Stacy and I barely had the time to talk and catch up on things that had happened. The biggest event we had on our hands was a big new company that just punched in vegas. Stacy showed me their outlets in one of our trips to a designer. “Prestige Chocolates” was boldly inscribed on the building. I had no idea who the owner of the huge chocolate Brand was, apparently they were anonymous and they wanted me to perform at their brand launch. ~~~~~~~~ On the day of the event, things were not any less chaotic. Stacy and I had been up with my glam team, getting everything ready for my performance. I had my practice sessions with the back dancers as well as the back up singers.

The crowd chants the winner´s name. “Drifter! Drifter! Drifter!” Zeke walks towards me. “You´re up girl.” Zeke makes his way through the crowd to the center of the floor. “Ladies and gentlemen, you´re in for a treat tonight. It seems that we have new blood, one who wishes to challenge our current champ, the Drifter. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Black Rose.” Barry appears by my side. “That´s you! Go on.”

But I see what looks like a dark green curtain. Within a minute, the lights go out, and I grip both her and Heath for support. My knees are weak as the crowd screams and cheers. When a spotlight goes on the center of the ring, a male appears with a microphone. “Gooood evening killers and those who love them! We’re gonna get things started by introducing the new guy, its his first fucking fight and he’s gotta be shitting his pants! I would be! Anyhow, coming in at 6 '1, 189 pounds of purebred tiger, let’s make some noise for the son of Alpha Casillas of the Viuda Negra pack, Hector Casillaasssss,” he shouts, as there is a mixture of boos and cheers.

The edges of his jaw seemed to become more angular, but he barely moved. “A challenger? What…. kind, of challenger?” His voice was deadly calm. It was too calm. My hackles rose. I didn’t respond right away. I wasn’t defying my father, just trying to strengthen my own voice. It wasn’t my news to share, but I had endorsed it. “Answer me!” he growled. I steeled myself. “An… an Alpha challenger.” The glass tumbler exploded in his hand. Glass shards flew into the carpet, the remnants of his whiskey dripping into the sleeve of his shirt and onto the floor.

Then an old man comes forward and says, “You cheated!” I look at the old man, not wanting to get away from Theo’s embrace. “I didn’t cheat. I have wind magic and I am stronger than normal people,” I say. “Not that. You are cheating because you are NOT a new challenger. I’ve seen you before when I was young! You are with a Duran royalty!” “Old man, it is not cheating,” the advertiser interjects. “The important part is, she brings in the crowd and money.”

Their vicious eyes were sparkling with amazement as they focused their penetrating gazes at the square arena with si much anticipation. Izzabelle tilted her head and focused her sharp gaze in the challenger’s direction. “This is going to be so much fun...” she mumbled to herself and tore her gaze away readying herself for the upcoming combat fight. Just like that, the challenger jumped off from his seat starting to show his character, and strode towards the arena with his overconfident large strides. His feet were also covered in a pair of black combat shoes with his camouflage pants tightly hugging his muscular legs.

The Turnbulls never saw what happened, however, with Susan even yelling at Frank, "What are you doing?! Apologize to Mr. Chandler this instant!" Frank completely ignored her, however, as his eyes were fixed on Wilf. "Was the tea good, Mr. Chandler? Would you like another cup?" Wilf was left clenching his jaw as he tried to steal the mess that was his circulation. "Fine, I've underestimated you… But don't get ahead of yourself just yet!" Glowering at Frank and the Turnbulls, he growled, "In three days, our champions will be waiting for you at Tycon Dojo. Hand over those shares, or suffer the consequences!"

My eyes widened when I saw the CEO in big bold gold letters on the matted black card. I looked at him and saw him waiting for my reaction. No doubt, waiting for me to start seeing dollar signs and throw myself at him after seeing CEO adorned on it. Pushing down the panic at how not only is this man handsome, but he is rich and powerful as well. I gave him a poker-faced expression. “Even if you were telling the truth,” I said shaking the card in the air, “this doesn’t mean you’re getting more than dinner.” He smirked at me and something glowed in his eyes. I know that I’m a challenge for him, and maybe that’s why he wants me. Just a challenge and nothing more.

Dad announced through the mic. “The first challenger is from thunderstrike pack. Presenting you, our best warrior Axel” Axel was a big guy, his biceps bulging as he stood inside the ring. He had tattoo on his arms and chest. “For the first challenge, they will fight in their human form” Alpha Cedric announced. Oliver and Axel took their places in front of each other. They both circled each other and were looking for a way out to attack first. The Axel guy was very patient.