Oliver Fight Bg3 Novels & Stories

Viper said "The doctor," John said and looked at the doctor that rushed Oliva into surgery "So Olivia had some internal bleeding that we stop. She has multiple broken ribs and she also has a concussion. She's still out but you guys can go see her," the doctor said "Thanks, doc," John said and we started walking to the door "Where are you going?" Her father asked "To go kill a fucking bastard," Viper said "Can we go?" Oliver asked again "Just don't kill him I'm sure the rest of the family wants to join too. Take him to the warehouse," Robert said

“Okay, man, that’s enough. I’m not crazy enough to beat myself to death on a Tuesday night.” A faint smile crossed Kai’s face — rare. Aria could always coax that out of him, if only for a moment. Christopher stepped forward. “If you really want to face Damian, we have to drag you back to peak shape. It won’t be easy. This isn’t a war, Mercer, but it’s the same life-or-death business.” Kai’s gaze hardened. “I know. And when the time comes… I want to be ready.” The neon lights buzzed coldly above them, and the floor creaked under the ring. It was as if the world itself sensed it: the storm the thunder had heralded was now swirling among them — three people who understood that the coming fight

She looked so scared and he found himself resisting the urge to walk up to her and comfort her. His wolf was crying to be united with her wolf, but he had to use common sense. They had marked her at the instructions of the priest but he still was not sure whether that had been a good idea. Olivia looked weak. She did not look like the kind of fierce woman that the prophecy had spoken about. A woman who was strong enough to bring together the three packs and help them stop a great evil. He was sure that they would get a warrior, but instead, they had gotten a slave who trembled at the sound of their voice.

The two teams then clashed and engaged in brutal combat. Oliver had always trained in martial arts since he was young so he was able to fight and incapacitate the enemy. He didn't care that there was a risk of him being shot or stabbed. As long as Claire's whereabouts were not known, he would walk through flames of fire to ensure she was found. By the time the traffickers were knocked out, Oliver was breathing heavily, his heart racing after having let out some of his frustration. The last few weeks had been the hardest for him. He spent most of his time raiding traffickers’ bases and when he went home, he would spend some time with Thalia, assuring her that he would find her mother.

She smirked maliciously. I sensed something behind me and dodged bites; the crescent moon beta approached from behind, like a coward, to attack me. “Sir!” Oliver called my attention, knocking down some enemy wolves. “Leave him to me!” he smiled excitedly. “Great!” I advanced towards the witch, who was casting silver bursts in my direction. “Don't be foolish, beast,” the witch said. “You don't want to return to the darkness. Don't take sides in this war!”

"You'll be an easy target." Liam smiled gently. "He isn't after me." "He's after what's in your hand." Emma's eyes filled with tears. "That's exactly why I can't let you do this." He gently touched her cheek. "If we stay here..." "...we all die." Oliver stepped forward. "You're not doing this alone." Liam looked at him. "You've already sacrificed enough." Oliver smiled sadly. "I've spent twenty-five years hiding." "It's time I started fighting." Before anyone could stop him, Oliver picked up a broken piece of metal from the ground and threw it toward the opposite side of the mountain.

Oliver spoke again, "My story isn't as emotional as you guys. But at least you know that I can go berserk when offended greatly, that was in the past though. The me now is a gentleman. I do hope I find my second chance mate one day," "I see. Let's do an arm wrestle with you in berserk mode," Phoenix suggested. "Eh? No need," he waved his hands in refusal, laughing sheepishly. A Beta trying to win an Alpha in an armrest battle? That was like asking a bunny to give birth to an elephant! "I'd love to train with you sometime. Don't think you can escape," Phoenix said with a smile that made the latter shiver. "Savage Lord, I was wrong," Oliver got to his knees and kowtowed, crying tearlessly.

Shifting became an instinctive response as the clash erupted like a tempest of fur and fangs. The metallic scent of blood permeated the air, mingling with the primal symphony of battle that reverberated through the woods. These adversaries weren't merely testing our strength; their intentions were clear – to kill. Liam and Oliver fought valiantly by my side; they were fast and strong. I saw Liam in his element and knew he was, indeed, a king in the making. He was swift, and his blows were destructive. Oliver wasn't far behind. They moved like killing machines. I knew I had come with the right team. Teeth and claws clashed in a chaotic ballet; each strike met with a counter as we wove through

The battle gets bloody fast, with our pack diminishing one by one, standing no chance of survival over the mysterious attackers on horses accompanied by strange weapons. I wonder what their weapons are laced with to cause my people to fall in an instant. I hear a battle cry from my left, and I realise that it's Oliver falling down. I don't react quick enough, and I'm almost shot with an arrow by one of the rogues, but I'm pushed out of the way by a loyal soldier who takes the hit for me. The act is so kind, but this is not the time nor the place for battle appreciation. I get to where Oliver is lying down Pale on the ground, and I see that his lips are coated with a blue colour.

he spat, swinging the branch like a kendo sword. Oliver smirked despite the pain. “That sneaky bastard, he’s actually trained.” Together, they fought. Ali used swift, precise strikes to disarm and injure, while Oliver relied on brute strength and experience. Even with Wolfsbane coursing through his veins, he tore through the rogues with relentless determination. The fact that they came for his person got him more angry. He hates being threatened with the people he loves. One of the wolves lunged at Ali, but Oliver intercepted him, sending the attacker crashing into a tree with a well-placed kick.