Lucha の小説・ストーリー

she roared. Emily fought the hunters, hand-to-hand combat. Her arms got bruised when quicksilver slipped from the Hunters, weakening her even more. Her knees were shaking, she was tired, and at any moment, she’ll collapse. ‘Leia, I’m getting weaker and weaker. Convince Drake not to wander in the forest,’ Emily told her wolf. ‘I mislead these punks already, but I am not sure if I could still stand and fight them if they catch me,’ she added flatly.

“Okay then, if you say so '' I said I went to.the arena. I entered the ring and strolled around very slowly, rubbing nha d on the rope. Every step cane with a more stronger vibe. Sir Luca also entered the ring.bus eyes were in me as I slw asked about stilton mto find my feet. “ So are you ready for the battle?“ He and I grinned and nodded my head. I turns to adrian who stood and folded Hai hindi chuckled and modded and he did the same thing. “ But then fight me with the same energy that you would use in fighting Tiana. Channel your anger at me the same way you'd do to Lady Tiana. And firstly we are going to fight as humans. And no shape shifting” he said

Koga "Looks like you have defeated my sister very easily, it been a long time since I have fought a strong opponent" Lauren "I am Lauren and I am here to challenge you to a gym battle".

Yet she forced a smile and nodded, even as her heart pounded indignantly. Just then, two muscular men stepped into the ring. One was addressed as El Toro; his broad body frame and scarred face looked like the results of countless fights, and the other, La Pantera, was swift and agile with eyes that glimmered like sharpened steel. The air was palpable with tension as the announcer’s voice boomed over a battered speaker, “Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, El Toro and La Pantera will battle for glory!”

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

Then he threw himself at me. Once again, I dodged and dodged. It became almost like a dance. Jean would move forward and I would move back. Each miss he gave at me only seem to piss him off more. It wasn't helping that the two auburn males behind watching was giving him hell. "Ah shit. You gonna let that little bitch show you up?" They both mocked. "Wait until the camp hears how you got your ass beat by this little girl!" After about ten tries, Jean had had enough. He stopped and lowered himself down and began to shake. I knew well enough that he was preparing to shift. Though I have sparred against wolves, I usually had some form of weapon.

I can’t wait to get my wife back and have my life in order again. “Where are you going?” Bryer asks as she pulls her naked body to a sitting position, using the duvet to cover up. “Malachi and I have a sparring match” I tell her and a look of confusion flashes through her face. “Since when do the two of you do that?” “He called” I answer with a smirk. “He will kill you” she blurts out, “if you don’t know, he was a boxing champion and he stopped five years ago. He is good at it, you should fear for your life”

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

And so Eira whose eyes had been firmly cast downwards so as to not look at scene from which painful gasps and grunts were heard, now finally looked up and almost fainted because right there in the ring the loser lay sprawled on the floor with blood gushing out from his head wound. It brought back memories that Eira wished had been buried deep inside. Memories that still haunt her dreams. She wanted to get out of this horrid place. It was all violence and blood. Things which she hated the most. But that now was proving more impossible than ever as the crowd went wild when the referee announced the winner. "ARMANDO!" came the screams from the audience louder than ever. Eira mentally swore that

She knew she had to keep trying. With a burst of speed, Elena launched a flurry of punches and kicks, her movements a blur. Each strike was precise and powerful, but Lupa moved with the grace and agility of a dancer, evading each blow with minimal effort. She ducked under punches, sidestepped kicks, and occasionally deflected Elena’s attacks with gentle taps, all the while maintaining her calm demeanor.