Jack Gilinsky Imagines Fight Novels & Stories

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.”

They belonged to Hakeem and Jada, both of which were repeating my father’s words. Their support was the motivation I needed to shut off my emotions and cut off Derek’s power supply at the source. After that, he was all too easy to stand against. With nothing more than a few bruises, the buzzer sounded and brought an end to my third fight of the night. The fourth and fifth were a blur of fists, blood, and pain. Felix Hughes, a lanky twig of a man, was fourth. He was the trainer for wolf combat, which meant he’d likely shift and take a go at me with his claws and teeth. To make matters worse, his ability was Somnokinesis.

I focused on staying calm, using my training to anticipate his moves and exploit his weaknesses. As the fight wore on, I could see the frustration building in Jake’s eyes. He swung wildly, and I sidestepped, delivering a precise kick to his ribs that knocked the wind out of him. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and it was my turn to smirk. Daniel stepped in, raising his hand to signal the end of the fight. "That’s enough," he said firmly. "Good work, both of you." Jake glared up at me from the ground, his pride clearly wounded. He looked down, avoiding my eyes and those of everyone else.

I smartened up into my suit and open shirt, carefully changing the bandage on my ribcage from the fight. Jerichos was bouncing, it had been the craziest seventy-two hours of my life and hopefully this was to be a peaceful conclusion. I don't know why but I had a switchblade on me. Perhaps everything with Jimmy had left me rattled, maybe even Callums betrayal, but I couldn't risk Johnny turning on me too. I've already told you he looks demure but is as vicious as a raid bulldog. I ordered him a double of the most expensive whisky in the bar and took a booth near the door where I could see him. A few women tried catching my eye but it wasn't happening. The volume, the brightness had been turne

He was something else entirely. Before I could fall completely, I raised my gun and tried shooting again. This time I didn't hit him, but Zack was able to trap him while he was trying to dodge again. "Xavier, stop fighting us," I ordered but he glared back at me. "I'll stop fighting you when you get back to your senses, you fucker!" He shouted and easily broke out of Zack's hold. I ignored what he said and instead got ready to fight. -Jake's POV-

It's because it makes me horny. “Hmmm, so much for wisdom.” I rasp, eyes on the broken furniture on the floor. The overhead red light beams down on us, sparking the embers of my desires. “Why don't you show me…” I pause and spit out blood. “What makes a fight fair then?” Igor's grip on me loosens, giving me the grace to step away from him. In a heartbeat, he strikes with his fists, and I launch into action, forestalling his attacks with my arms and fists.

They stand, heads drooping, in a line before their headmaster. "I have never seen such a display. All three of you are easily old enough to know better than to behave as though you were in some common bar-room brawl." Limping, holding his ribs with one hand, battered but not bowed, Chad says, "I'm sorry, Mr Kalkowski, but I couldn't not help when Jack started picking on Jenny." The old man surveys the penitents, noting that Jack is the only one bearing serious damage. His lower lip is badly swollen and split and one eye is already closing. Chad has a rip in his shirt and another at his knees. Jennifer appears unscathed, but....

Are they all as incredible as she is? Oscar is called up to fight against the Royal Gamma, Jasper. This should be an easy win for Jasper—he’s one of the best fighters I’ve seen in camp. But Oscar doesn’t make it easy for him. The two exchange blows and grapple back and forth in a display of skill and endurance that has the crowd captivated. Just as the timer is about to hit the ten-minute mark and declare a draw, Jasper manages to get Oscar down, forcing him to submit in the final moments.

He's a good liar. Jax pulled back the microphone. "So, nothing is going on between you two?" He asked. "No." Liam and I both said at the same time. Some of the guys started whistling and yelling for me. Jessie P.O.V. I was hiding in the fight club with the guys. We all wore jeans with hoods or hats to cover our faces. We stood in the back. I looked up when the guy in charge announced that a girl was trying to become their newest fighter. My eyes literally popped out of my head when I saw Julie in the cage with a guy that could eat her whole.

However, I was quick to react, blocking his assault with a defensive technique Jake had taught me during our rigorous training sessions in the fortified training room. The impact resonated through me, a testament to the force behind Grinjo's attack. But the defensive maneuver held, preventing his knee from finding its mark. I stood firm, the training ingrained in my muscle memory guiding my actions. Grinjo, slightly taken aback by the resistance, stepped back, cracking his neck as if warming up for the next move. "Not bad," he acknowledged, a flicker of respect in his eyes. The moment lingered, a brief pause in the ongoing chaos of the battlefield. It was a recognition of skill, a shared und