Jack Gilinsky Imagine Fight Novels & Stories

“Acting all high and mighty until actual danger appears.” As I speak, I grab the chains that are holding my ankles and begin to pull while ignoring the pain that shoots through me. Fuck, they were strong, but I was stronger. Soon enough, they begin to crack and then break apart, allowing me to finally get up and move to Gil’s side. “Just hang in there a bit longer, alright?” I tell him, clutching his cuff and starting to fight with it. “Then we will get you out of here and…” “No!” Gil gasps before breaking into a coughing fit. “We can’t just leave!”

Everything learned inside the virtual world of Odin-Space was no different than learning it in the real world. Two people kept exchanging moves in the middle of the arena. One of them was none other than Jake Collins, Creed friend from the Glitch, whereas his opponent was a bald man with an appealing white beard, Jake's Grandfather. They both were wearing blue tracksuits. Though Jake's tracksuits were torn from several places, his condition was not looking good.

Jack needed to get Thorne's attention, and in a place like this, there was only one language everyone understood. He made his way to the organizer, a greasy man with a gold tooth, and threw a thin roll of cash on the table. "I want to fight," Jack said, his voice low. The man looked him up and down, a look of pity and amusement on his face. "You got a death wish, kid? The next guy up is 'The Butcher.' He's got three kills in the cage." "I'll sign the waiver," Jack said simply.

I’ve been training with Gio for more than a year now. “I accept this wolf-match. You can fight in wolf form or human form, your choice. Obviously, I’ll be in human form. Don’t step back on my account of not having a wolf. Unless, of course, you’re actually threatened even though I am with no wolf.” The fastest way to make your enemy lose calmness is to annoy them. Hash tag, ThinkLikeGisella 101. “You gotta be kidding me, right? Okay, if you wanna do this, let’s go,” Kinsley scoffs, and sneers at me as she takes off her sweatshirt, revealing her black tank top.

“But you can’t go to war without a weapon, Gigi. Do you have anything up your sleeve? Anything that will give you the upper hand in this battle?” Gigi’s face hardened. She was about to hit a massive wall. She had to admit, she was scared. What was she even in this world? She knew she was going up against powerful people, and she had nothing. No weapons. No money. She didn’t even have enough to cover her daily needs. JD leaned over the table, his serious eyes locking onto hers. His gaze was cold and intense. It was like looking into the eyes of a killer. JD’s jet-black eyes seemed empty, like there was no life in them—just a cold, resistant wall.

We usually fight Ashley and Zinnia or Juniors who are trying to get promoted to Warrior. We tried to fight Reggie and his wolf, Crusher, but Reggie couldn’t bring himself to take a swing at me, so he forfeited. We have grappled with Milo and Ghost before, but they beat us after catching me in a headlock. I’m pretty sure we could beat them now that my back doesn’t constantly hurt, but Justice doesn’t want to bruise his ego. Bronx and Saint destroyed us in minutes. I’m not trying to get that ticket punched again.

Connor was overseeing everything with military precision, barking orders at younger warriors setting up equipment. Jessica found me in the prep area. “Last-minute advice: Jake's been training like a demon for this fight. He thinks beating you will boost his pack status.” “Cool. That's not adding to my stress at all.” “He'll fight dirty. Technically legal, but dirty.” Jessica squeezed my hands. “But you're smarter than him. Use that.” “What if smart isn't enough?” “Then you're screwed. But I bet everything I own on you, so please don't make me homeless.”

Chief Lamlord was deep into his sleep that he hadn't noticed anything. Jackson put on his glove as he stared at Chief Lamlord. He was happy that he had finally gotten his prey at his hands. Jackson stared at the picture lying beside Chief Lamlord. It was his mom's face in the picture. “Mum?”. Jackson said as he drew nearer to the picture. At that point he got confused. “What on earth is Chief Lamlord doing with his mom's picture”. He thought as he picked up the picture. As much as he wanted to kill the Chief Lamlord,he wanted to know what he had got to do with his dead mum.

Joshua's tall frame lurched hard, his vision going dark for a split second. Elijah's eyes were bloodshot, hatred tearing through him. "You can insult me all you want. I don't care. But you ruined the gift Win gave me! For that, I'll fight you to the end!" Joshua lifted his tense jaw and calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He then swung back and smashed a heavier punch into Elijah. The two impeccably dressed men stripped away the last layer of civility, fighting openly in front of everyone. Joshua had trained in combat and kickboxing, so Elijah started losing ground.