Jack Gilinsky Imagines Fight Novels & Stories

I quickly said, “I don’t want my very empty guts to be in the floor, considering half your pack is currently sneering at me and want a piece” He laughed and I watched as his eyes glazed over for a second and then everyone was on their best behavior. I just rolled my eyes and leaned on the wall, watching and observing. “Well” he said, leaning down “what?” I asked scowling. “Pick your opponent” he just said. My scowl deepened. If I was right about wolves having excellent hearing, then I’d say they heard him and they all stopped sparring to see who I’d pick. I scanned the crowd, while muttering “thought you said I’d be taking your best fighter”

Pissed off that he would say such a thing, it pissed me off more than when he called me a half-breed. His father smiles at my reaction before using his Alpha aura trying to get me to submit. I smile and for the first time in my life, I use mine. Stepping forward and placing my hands on the desk and leaning over, looking him dead in the eye suddenly feeling overly protective of my mates. His father's eyes narrow as he tries to exert his force over me when I hit him with mine, making him gasp. Sweat beads on his forehead as he fought against my silent command before I felt my eyes bleed red, giving the room a red tinge too.

He needed to return, as he feared this place could be attacked at any time, especially since most of their strongest men were currently undergoing treatment. “Man… I really need someone to test my new fighting skills on. All those clones have become too easy for me—I could take out a hundred in less than ten minutes. I need a real challenge,” Jack said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked away. ⸻

Didn’t cut me open just to see if I’d bleed truth. When I held Laura, I saw Thea’s silhouette against the kitchen light. When I fucked Laura, I remembered the way Thea demanded to be on top, eyes locked on mine like a dare, like a claim. They were two different worlds. And it took me three goddamn years to figure out which one I could survive in. So when Austin Fletcher ran his mouth about me rigging the fight, claiming I couldn’t have won clean, I knew it would escalate. And it did. The press got wind of it. Words turned to fists. Fists turned into charges.

GLOWING HANDS The air was heavy with rain from earlier and the night was silent, almost as though it was waiting. The tents flapped gently with the sway of the wind, the footsteps and their voices of men echoed in the night air. Horses quietly nuzzled on some grass while men filled their jugs with water from the clear stream. “Sir, we have her in your tent.” Xavier opened his eyes and accessed his right hand, Maxwell. He eyed the long bleeding gash across his cheek and arched a brow.

In an ideal world, it could be considered the best way to approach a battle of strength, might and will. Jack was a different case. Unlike James's instinctive, unpredictable and dynamic fighting style, Jack was more... graceful with his. He fought like he was dancing. It was focused more on his agility than his strength, and he just happened to be incredibly powerful as well. He evaded, blocked and dealt counter attacks.

Marco ordered Jazzy to stand up. He stood tall. Several times Jazzy tried to stand up but fell back down. Her knees felt like jelly. Her face is covered with sweat and dirt. If the man in front of her could be fooled, she would pretend to be fainting earlier. The man in front of her is tireless, not even a drop of sweat could be seen on his face and body. "Attack me!" Marco's orders. "Hah?" "Hit, kick... Whatever .. Fight me!"

and the door was left a bit ajar by mistake, enough for nosey people to peek. And that’s what exactly Eira did as curiosity got the best of her and she peeked in. As she peeked into the room, she saw the fighter who was fighting in the ring talking to someone and that someone was a person you were familiar with. Maceo Gonzalez. He was in the same group as Sorin and they were close friends. She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open.

The guy looked somewhat less comfortable than she had been. "No, no, no, please, my arm," the guy whimpered, repeatedly tapping on Jack's leg with his free hand. "You can't tap out of a street fight, silly," Jack informed him, smiling sweetly. Riley quite deliberately squished one of the severed fingers under his trainer as he walked toward the rival leader. "Now, I'm going to have to make sure you don't ever even think of challenging me again," he said. He turned to Felix. "What do you think?"

CASSANDRA "Maybe when I can't take what they are doing to me, I'll fight back. " "You should defend yourself. Don't wait until you become disabled before you defend yourself." Jack joined in our conversation. "I never fought with someone before. I don't want trouble."