Rage Of The Gladiators Novels & Stories

Alpha Clayton Blackridge The energy pulsing off my little mate is incredible, every wolf is bowing to her and she hasn’t even noticed. She fights like a goddess, smooth and with the elegance you don’t normally see on the battlefield. I watch from the corner of my eye as Dylan’s wolf never retaliates and the minute other wolves attempt to attack her he attacks them. I want to hate him but right now as I fight back to back with Gavin I am glad he is there for her.

Nobody would have any empathy with him. “Strip down to your underwear and get in the ring. You’re going to fight to the death, if you win … you can leave. If you lose, we’ll leave your body in some dumpster for whoever to find.” The men were all quiet in the gym and Goat started taking his clothes off. “You’ve always been Wrath’s little bitch,” Goat said as he faced Weasel in the ring. “Rather a little bitch than a snitch,” Weasel said and threw the first punch. Goat’s head snapped to the side and the roar of the men’s excitement reached new levels.

I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up. "STOP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." I yelled out and it stopped. I glanced at the security through my teary vision and saw a medical team escorting Mrs Jones out of her bloody mess of an office. Storm ran into my arms and I held him tight as I was forced and dragged out of her office. My hair was a mess and I was sweating profusely as words kept whispering itself out of my mouth. I couldn't control them. I couldn't stop them. My head made them. My mind kept telling me this was the right thing to do, the right way to act. They nee

"Come on, Gwen! We have different tastes when it comes to men, okay? A young man who you think has just average looks may be a hot man for me! At least I have seen them with my own two eyes!” And my gay friend, at any moment, will explode here out of anger. But then, I let Rocco explode there for all I care. I still have an important business to attend to. I believe he could handle himself. Because if not, for sure he’ll regret everything after seeing the damage his anger can do just because of men. Gosh!

“No! It was your choice to be a monster! You were too insecure of my mom! She never cared about you. She never competed against you! You’re the only one making things worst!” “YES! SHE NEVER CARED ABOUT ME AND THAT PISSES ME OFF! She never cared about me because she thinks that someone mighty like her shouldn’t be wasting time with someone like me! She turned me into a monster!” “Fine, you are a monster. Blame my mom or anyone but you are still a monster! And I am destined to end a monster like you!” Madison’s sharp claws appeared as she strikes Mallory. She scratches Mallory’s face and it left three huge scratch marks. “The scratch from a werewolf’s claws... the only thing that immortal pow

She should dispose the load and focus on Ralph. Ralph is like a monstrous beast whose senses were clouded with ire. He didn’t care about her struggles, screams and pleas and just fucked her mercilessly. His mind is filled with enormous rage which is going to explode at any second and only her screams are like a suppressant for the erupting volcano.

"Upon him I will visit famine and a fire, till all around him desolation rings. And all the demons in the outer dark look on amazed and recognise that vengeance is the business of a man." - Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind * * * * Ren Shibasaki panted, his left hand clutching his right shoulder. There were several cuts on his body, and his clothes were also stained red with his blood. Blood was slowly dripping off Elvigar, and Ren winced slightly, as he was fairly sure that he had probably dislocated, if not fractured his right arm.

The two meet each other's eyes, and somehow, they heard each other asking the same thing. Leonardo makes a comeback and tackles her to the ground. “Stay down you fucking bitch!” He angrily exclaims, slamming down his fists to her face. Her head tilts in a different direction for each blow. Her nose crunches under his fist, squirting more blood onto his hands. Goldie catches sight of the added blood splattering onto the floor and pulls Leonardo away from her. “LET ME GO! SHE’LL RUIN EVERYTHING FOR US!” The older man violently writhes against his hold. Goldie drags him away from her, leaving a light trail of blood as he gathered an acceptable distance in between the two.

This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do. They both started fighting and even if Stephan was quite aged he was strong, he matched Sean's every punch but Sean still had the upper hand maybe it was because the right was on his side. The door on one side opened and a few men came to pull Sean back from their boss. I thought only three of them were there? I had Sean's phone in my hand so I texted Harry and Nick to come as fast as they could.

Lands of Gliala: Atarah was geared for war. The sunlight struck harshly against her golden armor, blinding anyone standing beside her. That’s why she stood alone, in front, on top of her Akhal-Teke. Bearing the black rifle on her back and two blades on her belt. She donned on the red cape, embroidered with the Royal seal. A curved sword between two diamonds. Her army was positioned on the hill overlooking the vast war-torn land of Gliala. Once a thriving city of farmers, but when the Lura ravaged the land, bringing chaos, the city became ashes.