Martial Arts Reigns Novel Novels & Stories

“No, sir. It’ll heal anyway, plus I’ve given Mr. Carl enough trouble today. I don’t want to burden him with my circumstances.” Hiram snorted a laugh. Carl had this troubled face since they were kids, and no one knew who wronged him because he had a look that was always frowning. “Nah! I’ve been friends with Carl since 4th grade, and that man has only one frown face in his entire lifetime. So tell me, how’d you get in the King’s Game? I believe that game was banned in Rayfield City for four years already.” Fact, King’s Game was banned in the city, and no mafia family would try to play that game if they didn’t want to cross a difficult path with the McConnell. So who was stupid enough to bring

The Year 1417, The Fourth Month of the Year Phil ran as fast as his tired legs could carry him. He couldn't believe that a powerful mage like him was running away for his life. He was one of the most respected wizards of his time in Light Magic Realm and he had received the Order of Merlin, one of the titles given to the most powerful only. But now, here he was; hiding and running for his life. How things change. But he ran with a smile. It was all worth it. Did he regret? Maybe not.

The bad guy eventually reaches for the discarded weapons in an act of desperation. I am trying to teach my warriors to be prepared for instances such as this, so they have to know how to deal with their opponents in a situation like this. Everyone wants to be a winner. Human or not, we would always do what is best for us to be on top in order to never fall. "Queen, how long will you make them do this? Claw looks exhausted." Aiden laughs from beside me, as I sit in what they call 'the throne'. "Until they get it right. They cannot keep relying on their learned techniques, the instinct is important too." I answer him, not taking my eyes of Claw and Hammer in the ring. Hammer clearly has the up

I had not imagined that Reign would abandon whatever discussion he had and rush back to the house as though I had collapsed. “What happened?” he asked, and before I could gather an answer, he lowered himself in front of me and took both of my hands from my lap. The motion left me speechless. There was something deeply disarming about seeing a man like Reign kneeling before me with his fingers wrapped around mine. He was the same man who could command an island without raising his voice, the same man who made everyone around him stand straighter and speak softer, and yet here he was, looking at me as though my smallest discomfort had become an urgent matter.

Even Harrison, who had been speaking moments ago, looked like he'd swallowed his tongue. This was a man who killed without hesitation. Who controlled the underworld with an iron fist. Who had built an empire on fear and blood. No one spoke when Draven Craven entered a room. No one dared. He took one step inside, and then—It hit me. The mate bond. It slammed into my chest like a freight train, stealing the breath from my lungs. The connection snapped into place with a force that nearly brought me to my knees. Every cell in my body suddenly came alive, reaching for him, recognizing him, claiming him.

before I could follow through Reign was already there, coming from my left, his hand closing around the man's arm and wrenching it back at an angle that produced a sound I was not going to think about too carefully, and the man went down hard The fourth one had been hanging back, watching, and the moment the third one dropped he turned and ran back toward the treeline To my amazement, Reign let him go He stood there for a moment, chest rising and falling, scanning the trees until he was satisfied, then turned to look at me "Are you hurt?" he asked "No," I said, which was true "You let one go" my tone was accusatory, already planning how I was about to give him a piece of my mind If he hadn't

Rosa scoffed, her face twisted with scorn. "What's the big deal? It's just an arms trade. We don't need her. I can handle it just fine on my own." The capos' voices were tinged with panic once more: "This is madness. The Romano have always done business with people, not their last names. You're just fooling yourself. "Where's Don? Hurry, we need to find Don!" Then Rosa's voice, laced with anxiety, echoed again. "Don's got a headache and is resting. You're ignoring his illness, burdening him with family troubles. I swear, I'll throw you all out of the family if you don't stop."

The white servant’s uniform hangs loose on my frame because I’ve discovered that shapeless clothes draw fewer eyes than fitted ones. The arena floor tells tonight’s story in crimson. Two fighters, both Alphas, based on the territorial marking patterns in the blood spatter. The one who walked out left size thirteen boot prints heading toward the direction of the victor's tunnel. The one who didn’t leave a body-shaped outline that took four guards to scrub away before my shift started. I don’t know their names. I don’t want to. Names make ghosts harder to ignore. “You’re getting sloppy.”

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

"Everyone, today is the day of the competition for marrying Princess Xingyue of our Tortoise Kingdom. Chen Ruyi and Qin Haodong are two young talents. The winner will become the son-in-law of our Tortoise Kingdom. "Before the competition, let me announce two rules. First, no weapons other than their own cultivation are allowed. No demonic beasts are allowed to be summoned in the competition. Second, our Tortoise Kingdom is founded on martial arts. An accident is inevitable in the course of the competition. It is permissible if one of them dies." After these two rules were announced, the crowd around the arena burst into an uproar. "No one is allowed to use weapons in the competition. I've ne