Moulin Rouge Mcgregor Novels & Stories

He looks like a cougar ready to pounce. The growl cuts off and the makskin champion runs full speed at Nole. He swings his right fist at the side of Nole's head, but Nole blocks the blow and lands a hard hit to the Makskin's ribs. The burgundy champion swings again, but he looks winded from Nole's rib shot. Nole spins to avoid the punch and before his opponent can reset his feet he attack again. Nole elbows him in the chin so hard it looks as if he broke his neck. I gasp as the Makskin falls to the ground completely unconscious. Nole destroyed him and just like Xiu's champion, Nole didn't even get touched.

Boomm! A loud crash caught my attention, Rogan swung his opponent across the ring, a ghastly red claw mark was imprinted into Velric’s chest, who laid unmoving on the ground The impact sent dust spiraling upward. “Enough!” The MC barked when Rogan went for the killing blow. But Rogan didn’t stop… not immediately. He hovered over his fallen opponent, his breath wild, eyes wide with primal rage, thirty for his opponent's blood. Only when the guards guarding the ring stepped forward did he finally release him, standing tall, soaked in blood and sweat.

Probably knocking off his teeth, given the amount of blood that spilled from his mouth. The guard sprung to his feet as though nothing happened. He shot a bloodshot look at Mila as he wiped the blood off his mouth. Mila offered her hand to Brantley, he took it and raised himself. Onlookers began taking out their phones. This was bad…really bad for Mila, Brant and Linda. Grandmaster would smoke Mila's balls. Brantley White could not be seen fighting out of a club. Linda McGraw….as the McGraw heiress, this would be a nightmare for her and her family's lineage.

She saw Red. Miguma surged In a blur of motion, she moved. A crack of bone as her fist met Gregor’s jaw dislocating it instantly. He stumbled, but she wasn’t done. A precise jab to his right knee dropped him with a cry, and before anyone could move, the toe of her boot connected with the side of his skull. Five seconds was all it took. Gregor hit the ground in a groaning heap. He hadn’t seen it coming. And just as quickly, Laura snapped back in control, snatching the reigns from Miguma’s claws before the shadow could do more damage. Her eyes flickered back to brown.

He waves them in and the boys run to the center. The boys square off and attack. It's a wrestling match for a while until Fergus lands a punch to Mica's jaw and he stumbles back. Then Mica lands a massive uppercut to Fergus as he runs at him. Fergus falls to his back. He tries to get up but falls back to the ground. He taps out. Mica walks around with his fist in the air while Fergus stumbles out of the ring to sit off to the side. Nursing his wounds and his pride. "Next challenger!" Blade booms.

She felt HIM against her. I enter the ring on autopilot. I don't even look at Moira as I pummel Mike's face. Red! Red hot rage burns me. My chest is on fire with some unknown pain. When Mike goes limp, I pull away and scan the ring until my eyes land on a crying Moira. I walk to her and toss her over my shoulder. Lisa opens the ropes, and I stride through and head out of the gym

I can take care of myself, and I do have more to offer this pack than just my body. The rogue lunges at me, and without shifting, I dodge his attack and kick him in the ribs sending him rolling to the side. He quickly rises back to his paws and shakes out his mangled fur while growling at me. “Aw, did I make you angry?” I taunt him with a wink. He attacks again, but this time he’s more calculated and he manages to knock me on my ass. I react quickly and use my feet to flip him over my head and roll back to standing before he’s able to sink his jaws into my flesh.

“Heard about Mickey. You dealt with him yet?” I sipped. “Permanently.” They grinned. Below us, Marcus emerged into the pit — shirtless, muscles rippling with every movement, the word “Hell” tattooed across his chest. The opposing fighter — a bit taller, leaner, with black ink across his jaw and neck — came from Rouder’s cult. Rouder wasn't present but I can see some of his men cheering from the crowd. Rouder wasn't exactly a friend, but we weren't at war either. The crowd roared as the bell rang, signaling that it was starting..

(Mog’Ull) Lucas fast combinations already unbearable to Mog’Ull, being beaten like a sandbag, he was already on the edge of fainting. Lucas swing a big uppercut punch that square precisely on Mog’Ull chin and then he turn behind him, wrap his arm around Mog’Ull waist, then raise the Cyclops in the air, performing a beautiful German Suplex, Mog’Ull were thrown backwards with his head landed first on the ground. The finale attack instantly knocked him out cold, foam form out of his mouth, hie eyes rolled to white. An the winner is already decided.

Lincoln pushed his canines through and his claws. Lincoln and Mack go to pick Jordan up when another rogue lunged. They barely got out of the way when a second and third attacked. Mack grabbed the third rogue and snapped his neck. Two more attacked. Mack ducked and another rogue bit into his calf muscle. Mack let out a blood curling howl before grabbing the rogue attached to his calf muscle and ripping his bottom jaw off his face. Blood spewed everywhere.