Smash Or Pass Female Characters Novels & Stories

The naked lady turned to the Mafia and asked the same question, and when she saw the Mafia nod his head as well, she smiled then squeezed her nipples. "The rules of the game are simple. No hard weapons, the females are allowed to punch, no hard hits from the male, only grapples are allowed and anyone who falls and stay on the ground to the count of ten, loses. If she wins, no fuck, you win, you get to fuck her as hard as you want, understand." She asked and they both nodded. "Okay, let the match begin!" And the next thing they heard was the ringing of the bell and Araina walked forward.

“Once your back hits the ground, you're automatically disqualified.“ He said. “No weapons allowed, and you most not bite.“ We were grouped into three. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get one of the girls that had been glaring at me on her back. For someone with so much hatred, her punches were surprisingly weak. I danced around her until she got tired and lunged at me. I sidestepped her and let her fall to the ground on her own. She tried to get up, but I was already on her, knocking the hatred out of her. By the time I was done with my second opponent, Maria no longer found anything funny.

And since Prof May was usually in the Prince's room, none of the ladies questioned her, so when it was her turn to assume command of all the ladies, they were not happy. This dispute was not addressed among themselves, so the ladies pulled their swords. Prof Rose was opposed by all twenty of the ladies. Pretty Martine Leeward was the only one who did not take part in the fight. It wasn't an easy fight, but the twenty females couldn't kill Prof Rose as intended. Prof Rose had triggered a variety of fighting skills and techniques, making her far too powerful for them. The spiritual ladies could have easily killed her, but they were not a part of the conflict because they got their portion of t

Flesh pressed to one another unnecessarily tight, bodies pinned on the ground, thighs wrapped around his neck… That day she had insisted on her practicing a few moves that were appropriate for female fighters rather than males. She had noticed over years of training that because most trainers in the clans were male most fighting techniques were designed and derived from a male body advantages. Damien was pleasantly surprised at the new combat moves she used that relied entirely on her feminine frame, agility and speed. It was like seeing a lioness on a hunt.

"Again!" I scream as the female falls harshly onto the ground, palms facing downward and knuckles bleeding. These past few days have been taking a toll on me. The ride back and forth to Giovanni's pack and training the females till the sun hides. She gets up swiftly, jumping on the other while wringing the neck of the female she is sparring with. Both females trying to overtake not allowing the other to breathe. There can only be one at the end. The weaker female gives in and bangs her palm onto the ground. A sign of surrender. Her face is red, swelling up as tears well in her eyes. She struggles to breathe.

I hate knowing that I wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight outside of catching him by surprise. Silvermane doesn’t train their ‘females’ to fight. If they keep the she-wolves weaker, they can’t fight back when someone tries to force them to be their chosen mate. It’s all part of their fucked up mentality. Because I have a pussy and tits, I was deemed unworthy to be given basic combat skills.

She pleaded, and her partner, who was a tall one her hair cut in a pixie, looked down on her, looking troubled. A couple of guys snickered at her, and I could feel my blood boil. “Luna,” One of the guys who laughed called out to me. I gave him but a glance when he snickered, “Try not to stand too close to the field. You might get yourself hurt.” And the couple other guys with him chuckled darkly. Now I get it. Despite the Alpha abolishing the pack rule for women not being allowed to fight, it did not diminish the disrespect we are subjected to long before.

Oh how I miss him. “She's down”. I hear one say as he crouches beside me and makes to feel my pulse. Swiftly, I toss him with a flip. So strong, fast and hard that I know it will take time for him to wake up. Whatever was surging inside me was so powerful. So brave and I felt my eyes change colors to green as I fight harder and stronger than ever. “Damn she's strong! We should probably talk the Alpha into recruiting her as the first female soldier in our pack” I hear one sneer as I swished through their punches and fast blows. Three out of two were down by now.

"Female Warriors are different. The energy you feel keeps us in check with each other by sharing the life essence of every female Warrior around us when our eyes meet. A female Warrior has never killed another female Warrior, even the ones who alter form such as you." Part of me finds this impossible. I've read the one female history text that King possesses, and Nalista never mentioned sharing energy between female Warriors. Females not killing each other was also mysteriously kept out of the book. I've seen human women kill each other effortlessly. Yes, men are more aggressive for the most part, but a woman can be just as deadly. "Are there other females who alter form?" I ask carefully.

Smash I stumbled over my feet as I felt a sting on my head making my sight blurry. "The fuck?" I muttered. I turned around feeling dizzy only to see my angel standing there looking like a lioness as she glared down at me. I laughed and smirked as I touched my bleeding head. She then raised her fist and punched me on my face making me stumble to the ground. "That's for taking my kids away". She raised her first again and slammed it right onto my mouth making me hiss with pain as my back hit the ground. "That's for fucking molesting me you fucking bastard" she spat punching my again. 'Fuck'