Kombat 98 Novels & Stories

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

Alex It hurt me to know that the moon goddess had chosen the wrong person to be my mate. The moon goddess has chosen me to be the mate of my enemy's daughter. The man who was responsible for the death of my parents' daughter was my mate. How can the moon goddess do this to me? I have always tried my best to be a good person, and this is how she repays me. “My parents were killed by your father; I had waited for a long time to avenge my parents' deaths, and I finally got the chance, yesterday,” I said while glaring murderously at her.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

] Having both been on missions and engaged in constant sparring, they displayed a remarkable ability to handle each other's close combat skills and use of Airtech. *Bang* *Bang!* *thwack!*… [Zamonte's Damage Absorption Threshold: 91% >> 82%...] "I've never seen you reach for that box at your waist even once. It seems like you're starting to take this seriously, huh?" She deftly dodged Cemal's air-compressed projectiles and executed a somersault kick. However, Cemal skillfully blocked her attack with his black box. The kick, surrounded by a shroud of black aura, possessed such destructive power that its impact sent shockwaves rippling through the entire arena. Cemal retaliated by firing a bar

He was a brawler, a bruiser, and he stood his ground, cracking his knuckles. Jack didn't have time for a prolonged fight. He needed to end this, and end it now. He dropped into a combat stance, drawing on a new skill he had purchased from the system just for this occasion: 【Military Close-Quarters Combat Mastery】. The Beta charged, a roaring mass of muscle and fury, his claws extended. It was a straightforward, brutal attack. Jack didn't meet it head-on. He sidestepped, the claws whistling past his ear, and flowed with the bigger creature’s momentum. As the Beta stumbled past, Jack’s hand shot out in a knife-hand strike, impacting the nerve cluster at the side of the Beta’s neck.

They looked no different from rogues now and the way they were fighting was like they gone out of their mind, crazy! They were losing, they were not prepared for the attack, and they were caught off guard as a result, a lot of his warriors were killed. He locked eyes Eric for a few moments before Jake’s eyes found him. “Kill the bastard, I am going to look for my mate.” Said Jake and both he and Eric headed London’s way.

The response came from deep within—a silent I'll try. But it didn't last long. Because the fighting began. The first partner—Kenji—moved fast. Good tempo, solid rhythm. But Lennox took three steps, twisted a shoulder, brought up a knee—Kenji hit the floor. "One," Marcus noted dryly from the sidelines, scribbling in his notebook. Next was Malik. Too loose. Trying to be playful, overthinking every step. Lennox waited, then struck—a precise heel to the gut. Malik folded.

“She likes to tell people to go deep throat a cactus or to sit on a cactus when they piss her off, so we always have a cactus available to her when she does interrogations.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve heard my mother say that multiple times, not just to my dad but to Killian and their Royal Gamma, Cormac. Killian picks up the silver knife, walks back to the rogue, and presses the blade to his exposed skin. The rogue tries to keep the pain off of his face, but we can see the pain in his eyes. “So, why are you rogues coming onto our pack territory?” Killian asks. “Fuck you!” The rogue grits out.

Thе guy lookеd dumbfoundеd, probably rеgrеtting his carееr choicе at that vеry momеnt. Nathan turnеd his attеntion to thе othеrs, showcasing his imprеssivе skills by dеlivеring a flurry of punchеs and kicks that would makе Jackiе Chan proud. Thе bad guys wеrе no match for him. It was likе watching a dancе - a dеadly dancе of of mixed martial arts.

He stood in the middle, telling them, "You know the rules. There are no rules, weapons, or fists for ten minutes. Then you shift. If no shifting takes place, then you fight hand to hand in your human form. Are you ready?" He raised his hands, slamming them down. He hurried to get out of the way. Torment got into his fighting stance. Most people have fists up; he has his palms up. What in the h3ll is that all about? Mercury just stood there watching his every move. He began to circle my mate like a shark about to strike. When he circled him, he hit the back of Mercury's head, but Mercury hit back. He turned, elbowing the guy in the face. With each hit he gave Mercury, he hit back. Torment was