Rooster Fighter Novels & Stories

I throw down the spanner, annoyed, the smell of grease flooding through me. I quit for today. I can't do it. Sitting down, I lean against the car. "Fancy a ride?" I laugh without even looking up to Rooster. "No. This shit needs sorting. You heard from him yet?" I look up now. "Nothing, disappeared once you took care of that Graham dude. I guess he left the city." Rooster laughs. "No one fucks with Roosters, daughter. At least now they will know." They don't! I have known Rooster since I left school. He is fifteen years older than me. His daughter is stunning, a beauty but dumb as shit and always going for those guys who use her.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

I could barely breathe, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. The door burst open with a splintering crash. A burly man in a patched leather vest, his face a snarling mask, was the first one through. Rook launched himself forward, a blur of motion. The fight was brutal, immediate. Rook was a whirlwind of fists and elbows, grunts and curses filling the air. He moved with a speed I didn't think he possessed, grappling with the first Hellhound, slamming him against the doorframe. Another Hellhound tried to slip past him, but Rook anticipated it, shoving the first man into the second, sending them both sprawling.

And then, decides to take what he wants. I fight him every step of the way, shoving, twisting, bucking my hips in an attempt to knock him off me, but Rook is fucking relentless. He’s bigger, stronger, trained for this, he's a trained fighter. Every move I make, he counters effortlessly, like he’s playing a game he knows he’s already won. He manages to strip me with ease, and I wonder if I drank too much as this was too fucking easy for him. “Still fighting, huh?” His voice is edged with amusement, but I hear the irritation creeping in, the frustration that I won’t just fucking give in already.

Ethan said to us. “So, how does one enter in the street fighting?” I ask him. “First, you have to register your name or a nickname in the books if you are new in this world, and if you have already entered in this world, then you have to give the name of the fighting street you used to fight before. Then you have to sign the fighter list. There are four categories of fighters B, A, S, and S+. S and S+ are for the highest categories of the fighter and the category where the fighter earned the highest price/awards. The newcomers start with the B category. Only experienced and strong fighters can directly enter into S and S+ categories,” Robbin explains to us.

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.

It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t clean — but it was real. Christopher Kane, the trainer, stood in the center of the ring, arms folded across his chest. His broad shoulders, greying hair and stern gaze were as they always had been: authoritative and raw, yet somewhere deep down there vibrated a care he either couldn’t or wouldn’t show. He was the man who had dragged Kai into the underground fighting world — and the only one who could stop him when he went too far. “So you found your way back,” Christopher grunted, his voice rough like stone. “I thought you’d finally pulled yourself out of this muck for good.”

The fight has been ongoing since an hour ago, and he's almost dead. Rook knowingly organized the fight to purge away his anger, and he doesn't really care about the guy's life or anything. None of the members can stand up to him in a combat, so the guy literally signed his death book immediately he stepped in the ring with him. Naked sluts and clothed members are busy screaming, hailing Rook and encouraging him to give the guy a finishing punch. They can't wait to see him lifeless. Rook grabbed the guy by the hair, and he made an attempt to lift him off his feet, but Rook stood rooted.

“Hehe, how dare he come here and show off with just a few moves? As expected of a country bumpkin. Rhino, go ahead. Make it clean.” Rhino took off the robe he was wearing, revealing his bulging muscles. After two steps, he jumped over a distance of more than ten meters and landed firmly on the ring. Troy’s blood ran cold at this sight. Just this scene alone was ten times flashier than Bert’s. “Young Master Clarke, you… should give up,” Troy said in a low voice. “He’s just a bogus fighter. Are you intimidated?” Philip turned around and asked. Troy was silent. He really was a little intimidated.

Regal said as he laughed. "But man, even at that you've got to learn the basics of self-defense, except you are ready to have guards, guard you even in your toilets," ken said as they all busted into another round of laughter. Soon the laughter wore out as they began stretching their hands and arms for the fistfight. "Fine am going to indulge you guys this time," Regal said as he joined in stretching his hand. "Don't be so surprised, I might give you guys a shocker" he said, "I doubt that" ken argued.