Moulin Rouge Mcgregor Novels & Stories

“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..

I countered with a swift kick to his ankle, sending him crashing to the floor. The door burst open, and a group of guys stumbled in, their eyes widening in shock at the scene before them. Only then did I register our state – both of us stark naked, Damario's face smeared with blood, and my own hand throbbing with pain, my knuckles torn and bleeding.

He was the fiercest, yet no one knew his real story, and no one dared to ask. Sol McConnell was the current defending back-to-back lightweight champion. He was fast, brute, and smart. Any intelligent fighter would definitely avoid agitating the Egyptian deity in the rink. He stormed to fame five years ago when he took down James the “Lethal Beast” McAvey in 30 seconds in the rink and was hospitalized for two weeks due to unforeseen injuries. Sol McConnell took the limelight and was celebrated due to his undeniable charm in the rink and, of course, his good looks. Not only was his strength and looks praised by many but he was also an intelligent mixed martial arts player with a master's degre

Jaden not paying much attention to Gusto and Joey made his point clear. "I love that spirit!" Rocky excitingly said. This opponent was different from the other ones he has ever faced. Miguel is fast, strong, rugged, and corny. This makes him difficult to handle for James, but a single missed kick from Miguel, led to him losing his balance... he was seriously capitalized on by James, and that lead to the brutal finishing from James on Miguel. The referee had to run into the ring to stop James from almost taking the life out of Miguel, who was lying down on the ground, bleeding.

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

Henry roared, charging at me. I met him head-on, the impact shaking the ground. Behind him, the man carrying Macy retreated into the warehouse. Derick lunged at the other Rogue, and the fight began.

The man on the ground spat, rolling to the side, coughing out blood. "So what if the Alpha chose me to be his mate?" My voice go cold. I send another kick to his ribs, the satisfying crunch of bones filling the air. "Time up," Scarface announces. I glare at the lump on the ground that represents the masked man I'm fighting. He shifts but doesn't get off the floor, groaning in pain.

“If the sight is too much for you then you should leave” “Are you sure you can fight him?” I asked, watching Magnus pull off his shirt and revealing some of the most horrible scars I have ever seen. “I understand your fear, but I will beat him” Mammon assured and turned around to face Magnus . The fight immediately and Mammon tries to throw a punch but Magnus dodges it and connects his fist with Mammon jaw, earning a loud roar from the spectators. Oh dear. It is going to be a long fight.

Death. The crowd opened up to reveal Ciaran fighting against Eugene. Neither had weapons on them. Instead, they were going bare knuckle. Eugene landed a solid blow on his jaw and Ciaran stumbled but recovered. I watched silently as the two tackled and kicked each other. Their fists flying. Maverick held Mariposa back. Her struggling was faint but there.

The training and instincts kicked in, allowing me to defend myself with precision and agility. Miley quickly pulled the other rogue, sending him a punch on the nose. The rogue let out a grunt of pain, stumbling backward. I knew I couldn't let my guard down either, so I swiftly dispatched the first rogue with a well-placed strike, incapacitating him momentarily. However, the struggle was far from over. More rogues appeared at the doorway, their masked faces filled with malice and intent