My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

Having chosen her for the night, she felt like she'd won a medal. “Hey, big daddy.” She called, climbing down from the bed and she made her way to the couch, wrapping her hands around his shoulder, but he pulled her hand away. “Get out.” He commanded, in a cold tone and that sent shivers down her spine. What was she even thinking she had almost forgotten that this man was known as the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire, mysterious and dark. Everything about him screamed danger. And no one there's to go against him.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

I responded with blinding combinations of claw and fang nimble but forceful lacerations meant to deplete and unbalance every one of the brute's thunderous assaults. For what seemed like an eternity, we danced that lethal tango while the ground shook under our massive collision. Any other opponent would have long since dropped in both body and spirit or given up. But this beast, this twisted, vicious freak, appeared to just savor the brutality more with every interaction, almost impervious to the devastation I caused. I sensed the icy tendrils of fear invading more and more. Of confronting an irresistible opponent. Then, in a terrible silence between attacks, I sensed the undeniable presence

I said, almost paranoid. “You have more than one secret Sly Jenna Forest or should I say Jenna Mathias?” The voice continued “Who are you?” I asked, anxiety fueling my bones. “Just a person who can become your enemy if you do not cooperate” the voice answered. “But I don’t know who you are, how do you even know me?” I asked, now almost panicking. “You don’t need to ask such irrelevant questions, all you have to understand is that, if you don’t cooperate, you’ll likely be a Mathias for all of your life” the voice answered.

He gets up quickly from the sofa while she understands very well the offer of her help, then she quickly shakes her head in denial. “I said no, I will help you, then why bother so much. Come here to me.” He is now standing on his own but now he was calling her to his side which was getting weaker due to his presence. “Come to me.’ He now spoke in a heavy voice. She steps fast and comes to him and stands up. “Take off.’ He spoke in a cruel tone while her face was afraid of how she could do all this but his ruthless saying forced her to do all this.

Giving my attention to the match stirring up the large crowd, I retrieve some calm to see our vanguard already driving his opponent so ferociously to the edge of the pit, not giving him a chance to firm his hind footing into the sand and prepare a counterattack. “Oh, right off the bat, it appears we have a fearsome one down there!” The opponent desperately bites down into our vanguard’s scruff when a second open for him to act, but he misses his aim, merely making away with golden fur, and my pleasure deepens to see our vanguard react in a flashing speed. He bites into the opponent’s shoulder, hastily following it up with a fierce clamp against the neck. “What a rumble! Unfortunately, it see

Rurik hesitates. That hesitation costs him. I slam my palm into the table, power rippling outward. The map fractures, stone splitting cleanly down the center. Rurik drops to one knee with a grunt, choking on my dominance. “Where,” I repeat, voice lethal. “The mountain ravine,” he gasps. “The one forbidden under ancient law.” Of course it is. I straighten slowly, forcing my breathing into calm, controlled precision. Anger is useful but only when sharpened. Panic is for lesser men.

"He would never resort to these cowardly tactics. He's always faced his enemies head-on, no matter the odds." The room seemed to close in around him as he contemplated this disturbing discrepancy. He thought about the recent battle, the traps, and the ambushes. The arrows that had rained down upon them, the labyrinthine cave designed to disorient and separate. It all felt too orchestrated, too meticulous. Rudra's thoughts drifted back to the man he knew, the one who had always been a formidable yet honorable opponent. He recalled their past confrontations, the fierce but straightforward nature of their clashes. This new approach was not just different; it was entirely alien.

He was about to say something again, but I already pushed him to the side to leave. "Nikita, wait!!!" he called out. I turned my back to give him a rude middle finger. He smiled dotingly which made me more annoyed. How can he act so cool about it when I'm here and dying of hatred towards him. "Your Final fight is tomorrow, right? I did some research about your last opponent. His name is Alston. He's an Alpha. I want you to be careful from him. He's a dangerous opponent," he warned. I looked at him boredly, frowning at the thought of him thinking that I need his help. I obviously won't listen to him. I'd rather die in that ring that listens to his advises.

Then the handler called my name. I stepped into the ring. My opponent was older. Taller. Her muscles looked like they’d been carved from stone. I didn’t flinch. We faced each other in silence, the way animals did before a storm. “You’re the rogue,” she said. “The one who helped the girl in the maze.” I didn’t answer. “You should’ve let her die. This place eats kindness.” I tilted my head. “So eat me, then.” She snarled, and the fight started.