Rooster Fighter Novels & Stories

"Or maybe to yourself rather." Roan opened his arms and showed the scars that ran up and down them. "I have been battle tested before, and I am better than all the man here. You say we aren't warriors but I dare you to put some of your elite soldiers in the ring with me and see if they'll come out alive." The rest of the fighters cheered and banged their hands in the benches and tables, creating noise. "Enough!" Master Riven's voice boomed. "You might be the heir to the throne of Claw Pack, but here, Roan, know your place! Or you might just get your wish."

“C'mon dwarf man, speak!” Roach coughed blood, muttering something unintelligible. Jordan hit him again. And again. And again. I couldn’t look away. The punches didn’t slow—they got faster. More brutal. He wasn’t just fighting Roach. He was destroying him. Painting his damn face with his own blood. Every strike landed with the kind of rage that had been simmering for years—centuries maybe. The inmates left their business to partner with the one stewing, gathered like it was some gladiator spectacle. Some cheered. Some laughed. Some egged him on.

He was feeling on edge, and he had to get that nervous energy out somehow, even if it meant picking a fight. "I'm just riding along." Rooster shrugged. "Then can I plan on getting arrested in a few nights because of what you may see us do?" he goaded. "Look, man." Rooster held up his hands. "The 'why' of me being here doesn't concern you, and you're obviously spoiling for a fight, but you're going to be gettin' it some other place this night. I have no desire to go toe to toe with you." "You still didn't answer my question."

If you remember, Jian Hua is this arrogant young man who always trails Master Seo's daughter in all parts of the Pigeon Path School. "And as his opponent, the Roque cultivator named Chen Yu!" Chen Yu was a cultivator who did not join a sect or clan and was called a Roque Cultivator. He was armed with a fan. When the two contestants were on stage, "The game can begin!" said the referee. Jian Hua was trying hard to attract public attention. He twirled the sword with the sound of the wind rustling.

Well, for one I trained harder than I’ve ever fucking trained before because if I am going down, he’s going to know I fought hard to take him with me. So here I am in my locker room, binding my fists with my red straps and hoping I don’t die tonight. “Hey, sweet cherry,” comes the dry, sarcastic voice of one of the fighters tonight. He’s the same guy who I punched in the locker room not too long ago. “Getting ready to die?” “Fuck off,” I grumble, feeling on edge because that nickname is actually the goddamn fight title my mother had me sign under. Sweet Cherry; what the actual eff, it sounds more like a stripper name than an MMA fighter. “I’m not dying tonight.”

But he quickly nodded. Not long after, the announcement from the Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall sounded. "All Gene Fighters of the Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall, listen up. Lucas has joined Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall. Half a month later, he will fight with Roger Wax of the Black Water Martial Arts Hall." "If Lucas wins, he will become the Vice Head of our Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall." "Hiss!" All over the Raging Dragon Martial Arts Hall, when they heard the voice in the broadcast station, they were all shocked.

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

She looked curious, focused entirely on me. The bell rang and the other fighter came in fast. I let him. He swung wide, eager to make a name off mine, and I slipped it before driving my fist hard into his ribs. He grunted, stumbling sideways before catching himself. The crowd roared louder, and he came again.

At those words, Jeffrey at Liam's side furrowed his brow and leaned into murmur, "Mr. Cole, this Kastor is the town's top fighter. He's known around here as the 'Champion of a Hundred Fights' in the boxing arena. "Years ago, Kastor was already a force to reckon with, a veritable God of War. Then, he was even more formidable, easily ranking among the generals in terms of might. However, as for you."

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.