Roast Battle Words Novels & Stories

Sincerely, The Master of Ceremonies I read the words over and over, but they remain the same. Two weeks. I have two weeks to prepare for this. Maybe I should have spent more time training than relaxing like my parents wanted. Two weeks isn’t enough time to get ready, but who am I kidding? You can’t get ready for The Tournament. You can just hope to survive it. “So what exactly is The Tournament?” Asks Alec, pulling me from my thoughts. I put the card down and look up at him. “In simple terms, it’s a battle royal. Kill or be killed,” I say impassively. He freezes mid-bite into this sandwich.

“Breathe.” Braxton’s voice was much gentler now, and Adira realised the slight tension in her eyelids which usually meant her wolf eyes were showing. She couldn’t say she was surprised given the stress of the situation but she was a little bit embarrassed that she had lost control, even just a little bit, in front of Braxton.

“Funny word, that. People used it when I did anything they didn’t approve of.” Rook’s eyes narrowed. “Not here. Not with me,” he said, each word clipped like a promise. “Reckless means stepping into a room full of predators alone.” I felt the anger flare, sharp and immediate, lighting up my insides. “So you’re saying the Ravens are a room full of predators.”

It seems that his every move or rather reaction was under direct scrutiny by those around, out of both good and bad intentions. "Jealous much?" Jeremy tried regaining his composure by focusing on the others. However, as they ran out onto the open field surrounded by the cheerful girls, his mind couldn't help being drawn to one. "We are the ROOSTERS… don't need no BOOSTERS… you're here to play, but this is no game, we will deliver you on a COASTER, serving you as a dish… LOSERS. YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! WE ARE THE ROOSTERS.

said my new friend, “you’re going to see Cheng. He won’t mind losing one or two humans in transit. We have a very nice fighting pit, you know? And I’ve never lost in mortal combat.” “I know,” I said. “No one here has lost in mortal combat. If they had, they wouldn’t be here, because they’d be dead. That’s what mortal combat means — a fight to the death.” I rose to my feet, taking another swig of my drink — good stuff. “For those of you worried about what you might catch with this troll around, you should be far more concerned about being infected with stupidity by this idiot. Next time you want to challenge me to a fight, do it with proper words that make sense. Now, GET OUT!” Which was an o

Kael’s eyes swept the crowd, hard and unyielding. “The Alpha fought until his bones cracked. His blood bought every breath you take tonight. And now you would spit on it?” His voice deepened, sharpened. “Do you forget what the law means? A challenge is not words in the dark. It is not whispers in corners. It is blood and claw in the pit. Speak it, Rhovan, if you dare—and remember that you must finish what you begin.” Rhovan’s lip curled. He took another step forward, chest rising. “Then I speak it.”

Not one of us spoke, there was nothing to say. We were wolves on the hunt and our prey wasn’t rogues, it was fate itself. Sometime deep into the night, shadows moved in the fog. “Ambush!” one of the warriors shouted. Snarls erupted, eyes glowing red as rogues lunged from the trees. “Cut them down!” I roared, leaping from my horse as Rafe ripped free. We fought like men possessed. Claws, teeth and steel. Every strike I landed was for Ava, every kill was a promise. Zack tore through two rogues with his bare hands, his claws glowing with Alpha power. Lucas moved like a storm, his blade cutting through the rogues.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Shane? I said I want the truth!” “Twelve,” he cried out. “Twelve, but they rotate every four hours.” That's more like it. I released him. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He coughed painfully. “When you reach the outer territory, what challenge phrases do the rogues use?” He hesitated. Azreal stepped forward behind me and slowly unsheathed his blade. I smelled panic on him before fear fully reached his eyes. “Blood binds loyalty,” he shouted. “And what should be the response?”

"You think you can defeat us? We are the true children of the moon, the apex predators of this land!" Racheal stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "We may be new here, but we possess strength and courage that you cannot comprehend. We will not back down." With a sudden surge of energy, the rogues lunged at us, teeth bared and claws extended. The battle began, a symphony of snarls, grunts, and the clash of metal against fur. Racheal and I fought side by side, our movements synchronized as we dodged and parried the relentless attacks.

Growls and roars echoed with each clash. The asphalt below was marred with bloodstains. The toll of the fight began to show on Dave; he breathed more heavily and moved more sluggishly. I capitalized on this, attacking with the ferocity of a wild predator. I slammed Dave's body against the asphalt with a resounding thud, emitting a victorious growl.