Old Ladies Fighting Novels & Stories

The old lady’s decision stunned Neo. Neo looked straight at the old lady without blinking. “D*mned old woman, you truly are very arrogant! Watch if I don’t…” Just as the old man was about to make a move, he turned around and saw that the old lady was holding a cleaver in her hand. “It’s just slaughtering pigs, right? I am a butcher’s mother! I know how to do it!” The old lady looked at the old man with an expression as if she was looking at a stranger.

Without wasting time, they went to the inner parts where they found that the battle was still going on but some of the elders' faces were pale as they had already exhausted most of their energy while using their powers and also while fighting physically. No one would blame them. The councils and Leila were shocked to see how many people the elders had fought despite each of them being more than ninety years old. Leila joined the battle since she could see that the elders would be defeated so soon

The path to the house was paved with cobblestones and both sides of the path were lined with dandelions and morning glories. Xavier made his way to the door and knocked, rays of sun were beginning to trickle through the clouds, footsteps echoed from inside the house and seemed to stop in front of the door. Keys jingled, Xavier’s grip on Vanessa’s legs increased, Vanessa quickly glanced at him. An old lady opened the door slowly and stared back at them, she was short and chubby with a healthy stature, the hair on her head was totally white with age. She glanced from Vanessa’s face to Xavier’s and her features softened a bit.

His muscles remembered every move. “You’re not as rusty as I thought,” Aria grinned as she threw a left hook that Kai parried with ease. “Don’t get cocky,” he snapped, then pressed her into the corner with a quick combo. The fight continued for minutes; sweat ran down them, their breaths came ragged and sharp. Neither slowed. Under the ring Christopher watched them, an unspoken pride gleaming in his eyes — the kind he never voiced aloud. Eventually Kai forced Aria back with a well-placed body shot. She panted and raised a hand. “Okay, man, that’s enough. I’m not crazy enough to beat myself to death on a Tuesday night.”

She shouted and strikes by her walking stick. I sidetrack but it was late, she hits me in my right shoulder resulting to my hand to loose the grip into the dagger and fell in the ground. I groaned from the pain it cause as she strikes again. I used all my strength to dodge every time she throws a strike. "Damn old woman." I cursed and give a kick in her hand to throw away the cane but it was still in her hand. How much energy she has. I didn't imagine an old woman can be this good in fighting in such age.

Sophia repeated. The mischievous grin that was on the face of Patricia's husband was no longer there, he was fuming—no different from his mother. The elderly woman stood beside her son, her face etched with deep lines of anger and disdain. Overflowing with anger she gripped her walking stick tightly and leaned forward. The sudden movement caught Sophia's attention from the corner of her eye. Without fully grasping the situation, the elderly woman standing beside her son lunged at her with her walking stick, aiming for a heavy strike with the way she raised her hand.

"Alpha Walter isn't older like Alpha Kane was—does he fight with his warriors?" There's a pause. Not even a rustle or bump sounds from the closet. "He'll fight," Vanda says, "but I'm stronger. He’ll avoid me." I wish his words reassured me, but they don't. Vanda emerges from the closet, already dressed for battle, and a knot forms in my stomach—tight, heavy, and unshakable. The only thing I can do is repeat to myself over and over: no one can beat him, nothing can kill him, Vanda is a master of the battlefield.

I continued with my constant attacks, trying new ways to get at the elder with each blow that I try to deliver. Elder Hugh, though maintaining his defense strategy of dodging my attacks, looked to be getting weak with each move that he made. Even though I knew that his end was near, I could still see the look of determination, etched on the face of the old wolf. As our fight unfurled, I noticed that I was getting more strikes on the Elder with each passing attack. Blood was sent flying in all direction, painting the wall and wooden floor red with blood as the old wolf grunting in pain with each dodging move that he made. The small room, once a designed for peaceful dialogue was now adorned w

Brenda laughed out loudly “Martians how many times do I have to say this, your are an old lonely man who would eventually be forgotten by everyone, isn't obvious” The word “lonely” got Mr Rasemela really annoyed,he picked up a flower vase angrily throwing it at her direction “Ahhh!!”. Brenda screamed out loudly, surprisingly she had managed to dodge the vase,it eventually landed on her toes Screaming on the top of her voice Brenda watched as blood gushed out of the toes Martins stood there looking furious and his face red For the past fifteen years of her marriage to Martins, Brenda had never for once seen this side of him ,the side she dreaded the most

I shoved back my chair, heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else, and slammed her head down onto the table. “You have no fucking shame!” I shouted, my grip tightening around her hair, tangled in my fist as adrenaline rushed through my veins. Just then, the door burst open with a loud bang. I turned quickly to see who had entered, and a chill swept down my spine when I spotted Dad. His expression shifted from shock to anger, his eyes blazing with anger as he stormed into the room. “What the hell are you doing, Ciara?!” he roared, causing my hand to fall away from Yuri’s hair, suddenly limp. She then ran, stumbling straight into Dad’s arms, tears streaming down her face, blood alr