Phighting X Reader Novels & Stories

Chris spun around twisting the wolf's neck and Damien gave him a bloody smirk of appreciation. Then Tyler came walking through the gates, seemingly annoyed a blood bathe laid before him. His eyes shot up to me as I ripped the spine out of a wolf then I turned, slashing my claws straight through another's chest, ripping out their heart. Tyler held his stomach and covered his mouth as he gagged. His eyes shot to Chris and Damien in surprise that they stood back to back, dodging attacks together.

what are you do—? His teeth clashed in her face, his eyes holding no familiarity. This wasn't Xavier...it couldn't be, Xavier would never attack her...she knew that by heart... 'I'm not going to fight you...get off.' She mindlinked him. Xavier didn't budge, instead his jaws latched around her neck and he did not hesitate to bite down. Celia whimpered, watching as Fredd or was it Liam ran forward to help but was pushed away by Xavier's lower body.

Xavier's words played through my head once more as I kept up my pace, ignoring everything else as I completely focused on the back and forth of combat. I kept low, keeping balanced as he started to get frustrated, missing strike after strike. Only a few of his hits had actually gotten through my guard, and I made sure he paid for them just as much, if not more, than I had. He stumbled back for a moment, and I quickly took the opportunity to advance, slashing and attempting to kick out his knee, but he dodged before using the last of his strength to shove into me. He moved past my guard quicker than I could even see, let alone do anything about. Before I even knew what was happening, he was o

My heart was beating really fast as I saw Phoebe walk to Tasha who was bouncing and waiting for her. They were to fight in their human forms but were still allowed to use their claws. "Begin!" I heard and I became restless. "Bro," Axel patted my shoulder and I faced him. “I'm so restless and afraid but I trust her.” "You should bro–" My gaze darted to them. Phoebe was doing well and following our training but suddenly Tasha raised her leg and slashed Phoebe's chest with her long claws. Blood gushed out of Phoebe's chest and before she could retaliate, another slash came on her stomach. Phoebe spat out blood but didn't fall to the ground.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

I muttered to myself, staring at the sands that looked a bit red, it was changing, both fighters were bleeding. Liam felt annoyed, his face had marks now, he launched yet another attack, this time Xavier held him, putting down a tree with his body. Liam tried to stand up, but he couldn't. Xavier dragged him by his feet to the middle of the people, placing his right leg paw on Liam's chest, he howled. Everyone howled, I loved the smile on Xavier's face, knowing that he had won this fight, Damien had his eyes focused on Liam's men.

“You want to fuck her because ‘she’ doesn’t want you? Ha? Is that it? ” When I said ‘she’, we both knew I wasn’t talking about Kayla. The playful glint in his eyes had vanished replaced by a cold look. I knew I had him then. The wind was knocked out of me and I crushed into the next table breaking it. That’s right, motherfucker. Hit me. Bring it on. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with my bruised knuckles. Xander was an underground boxer where as I practiced Martial arts. I needed to channel this sexual frustration elsewhere before I did something unthinkable to that girl. He came charging at me and I sprang up, prepared to meet him head on but a voice called out to us, freezin

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.