Roast Battles To Say Novels & Stories

It is said that the drink will make you feel high, and the pleasure is immeasurable. Not only that, but it is only one shot and only given to one person. And to get that drink, people should have a power battle. And the power battle is nothing but a shot put. Each picks up the largest rock they can within their power and throw them as far as they can. The distance and the weight are also measured. And the one who wins will have an arm wrestling match next. Only 2 will be going into the finals. And Lastly, the final round is a battle. A real battle. The one who will be standing at the last will get the rog shot.

Seeing him like that reminds me of the night I saw him in a bathrobe and heat rushes to my face. The sun blazes overhead as Rowan’s commanding voice slices through the chatter. “The one-on-one battles begin from today. Our focus is on weapons this week, so the battle pairs will use special weapons to fight each other.” His gaze sweeps over all of us, observing everyone as if he’s calculating something. He claps his hands together. “Alright, let the battle begin.” Everyone cheers in excitement. Some raise their fists in the air. Despite my nerves getting the best of me, I feel a smile tug at the edge of my lips.

It really did sound convincing but Lauren would rather take what she herself had in mind. "If you say so", Lauren ended the conversation. She found a seat, a little far from the wrestling area and watched as some warriors had a physical combat with each other. As usual, the only female present was Laureffaine and ofcourse Lauren herself, only if her presence counted. Laureffaine studies the two warriors fighting. She had to say they had improved a lot in the few months she had been in Dead Groove. She had fought them in both wolf and human form and she always won. She was eager to see which of the men would win this time.

“Our first match ladies and gentlemen is one that waters the mouth and wets the tongue. While many would assume that the first battle would be one that would prepare us for the highlights to come, the Barren Battlefield is no place for preliminaries. This is a warzone, and the first match is going to be just that!”

Her fist landed against the wall and the stench of her blood quickly filled my senses to the point that it made me feel physically sick. "You can't blame me for the fact your mate was stupid enough to get into a fight with a bunch of rogues. That was his decision. It's not like I held a gun to his head and demanded that he fight with them," I sniped back at her. I knew that they wanted to find Jayson and that they were losing hope of him ever returning but picking a fight with a bunch of rogues was never going to pay off.

Three other victorious fighters from earlier matches trailed in as well, all of them tall, muscular futas with hungry eyes and growing bulges in their shorts. “Club rules, rookie,” Carla said, voice low and mocking. “You lose… you pay. And tonight you’re the locker room bitch.” Roxy tried to stand tall, but her legs were still shaky. “Fuck you. I’m not….” A heavy hand from behind shoved her forward. One of the other fighters, a tall Black futa named Jax grabbed Roxy’s sports bra and ripped it off in one brutal yank, exposing her firm breasts and hard nipples.

“Stay here. Don’t move. This will be over shortly.” “Thank you, Luna Rebel.” He says as he crouches down to stay out of the fight. I run back and Roxie pulls the shift, ‘Let’s kick these fucker’s asses!” I haven’t been in battle in so long, but it’s like riding a bike, you never forget. I see Nyx ripping out throats and Aiden breaking backs. I jump in and slam my body into three men. These are all humans and they think they can beat us. That’s adorable.

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.

Alaric asked sardonically. The kickboxing champion, Rhys Carlett? The four men turned as white as a sheet. Rhys would be able to break their limbs based on brute strength alone. "You might not know this, but this is a battle to the death. It will go on until someone dies!" Alaric continued. "What?" Ross almost fell off his chair. If it was just an ordinary battle, he would be perfectly willing to try it out. If he got lucky and knocked down one or two, he could elevate his status.

Roy had told me how James had confronted him in the bar, pinning him to the wall and threatening him after asking him several questions about me. James, he must have not seen this coming , I wonder how he was faring out there in the battle field. Roy cleared his throat, snapping me out of my thought “my luna,” I stared at Roy from head to toe, he seemed clean, which indicated that he had not been involved in The fight happening outside. “How is the battle going?” I asked with a raised brow. Roy smiled, bowing slightly, “it's going perfectly well my luna, the rogues are doing a good job, it is just a matter of time before the pack house is infiltrated.”