Moulin Rouge Mcgregor Novels & Stories

I throw my first punch but he dodges, I am expecting that and have my other fist flying before he can regain his stance but he jumps out of the way in time, “So, you are light on your feet. I am going to make sure to knock you off them in a few minutes.” Gray bounces from one foot to the other as if mocking me, “Bring it on,” he gestures for me to advance, and I do this time my fist flying faster than before straight for his face. Gray grabs my fist midair and twists my arm around, and I reciprocate by flipping myself over his head and landing behind his back. He is not expecting that and I take advantage of his surprise to hit him behind his knees, forcing him down giving me the chance to g

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.

I say, as the ref hits a five count. I’m desperately tempted to tell him why. To stress that she … is mine. But there are far too many ears, shifter ears. Now isn’t the time. *Mark her first, ask for forgiveness later,* Mick insists. When the ref grabs my wrist to raise it, I rise while my family pours into the ring. Mags of course, has a damp towel and first tries to clean me up. Her face is full of worry and I don’t even bother looking at myself. I can feel the burn of the claw marks and I know its deep. I drop my head to kiss her forehead. I watch as they carefully roll Hector onto a board to carry him off.

Before he could recover his balance, Morrigan slid forward, the tip of her silver blade hovering half an inch from his exposed windpipe. "Yield," Morrigan demanded, her chin lifted high in supreme triumph. Garrett panted heavily, looking at the sharp steel pressed against his throat, before dropping his ax to the dirt with a loud, metallic thud. "I yield!" he grunted. "Winner of the first bout: Lady Morrigan Vanehart!" Master Grendel’s voice echoed overhead. The stadium burst into thunderous applause. Noble handkerchiefs fluttered from the high boxes, and cheers of "Vanehart! Vanehart!" echoed off the obsidian cliffs.

One of the rouges muttered. "He is so fast, we won't be able to win," Another rouge said. "We are the one outnumbered, not him," The rouge who spoke out the first time said again. Roy rushed to them and grabbed one of them by the neck. He snapped off his neck and threw him against the others so they they fell to the ground.

"You'll wait here until the show is over. Then McGregor will decide if he'll press charges or not." And with those words, the back of the truck was slammed shut, and locked from outside. Milo looked around frantically - how had he gotten into this situation all of a sudden? It was very dark back there, and all of the shadows seemed to be hiding something sinister, and he couldn't make out anything aside from the red, yellow, and blue costumes lying about, along with what seemed to be some extra furniture. He pulled out his phone and texted Tyler right away.

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

Marcus rips the throat from an attacking rogue and yelps as teeth clamp down on his tail. He whips around to clamp his jaws around the rogue's hindquarters. The metallic taste of blood fills his mouth, but he doesn’t let go. The rogue releases his tail and cries out in pain. Marcus just holds on tighter and starts to shake his head back and forth. His teeth sink in deeper before he gives one powerful shake and releases his jaw at the same time. The rogue flies into a nearby tree.

Roman and I will be battling in the cage, the same place that I fought with Kira. “Why are we fighting inside a cage?” he asks as soon as he sees it. “To protect the audience,” I tell him. The others take seats along the first row of bleachers as Roman and I enter the cage. “What are the rules?” he asks. “No shifting, no weapons, and we will stop when the loser has been pinned to the ground for ten seconds,” I reply. “Fair enough,” he agrees. He shakes his body to loosen his muscles before racing towards me, eager to fight.

He continued, "You were deceived because you trusted too easily and valued your feelings too much. In this world, people will use your feelings against you, and you'll pay for it with your life." I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and remained silent. He was right. The old me was too soft. That was the reason I had been used as a pawn. I clenched my fists and charged at him, throwing punches and kicks without the slightest hesitation. … I trained nonstop in the ten days that followed. I woke up at 6:00 am every day and went straight into two hours of physical training—three miles of cross-country running, weighted squats, and rock climbing.