Street Fighter Oc Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

“I just came here to relax for Christmas, and you’re calling me a mistress?! Do you have any shame? Don’t you know how I’ve treated you all these years?!” Thomas exploded like a lit fuse. “I organized debauchery? You burned down my company and still dare to slander me. You deserve to die!” With a fierce look, he rushed at me with his fist raised. I sidestepped swiftly and struck him hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed as a red handprint appeared instantly. “I’m just telling the truth. What are you going to do about it?” I took the envelope from my pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

His face was smooth yet marked by a scar that cut across his face, a sign of the last victory he won from the vicious king in the dark land. When danger approaches, his human form would shift, bones snapping, muscles bulging as he morphed into a massive, powerful wolf, dark fur rippling with strength. But this morning, he sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the dark oak table, the room heavy with the scent of wood smoke and the distant crackle of a fire in the hearth.

-He said, staring at me, he was analyzing my fighting moves. I stood on guard, in a defensive position. I needed the strength I needed now. I attacked, throwing him against one of the thinner trees. It began to break, I used it to my advantage to create a distraction and expose him. I tore some of the flesh from its back, causing it to bleed. I could continue attacking, I began to strike again. He began to laugh. -I see you have potential and talent. -he said, winking. He walked forward, signaling to me that the fight was over.

"It means his bond is significantly stronger than standard Alpha bonds. Rejection from an S-Tier causes exponentially more damage. Your symptoms the nausea, exhaustion, pain they're so severe because of his classification, not just because of the rejection itself." Kieran stared at her. "He's S-Tier?" "Yes. You didn't know?" "I knew he was powerful. I didn't know—" He stopped. "Does that change anything?" "It changes everything. S-Tier bonds are nearly unbreakable when accepted. But when rejected, they're catastrophic. Most omegas don't survive more than six months." Chen leaned forward. "You've survived two. That's remarkable. But adding twin pregnancy to the equation time is running out."

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

Now during the quarterfinals though, the only one of us that was still fighting was Dominic. "Nick, who's the guy?" Blake asked, nudging me from beside me whilst mentioning towards someone in the distance. I turned to see a guy coming to congratulate Dominic for winning her 10th match. I had seen him back in London and once I recognised him I answered Blake's question. "Destroyer. That's his street fighter name. He's England's strongest fighter, fourth in the world. He was training with M.D while she was there but lost to her countless times, why?" I asked amused slightly.

So fast. "Now I decide who my opponent is," Orochi said, then jumped down. Czar smiled and jumped onto the stage, he leaned on the ring while waiting for Orochi's words to continue. "I want--" He looked at Ozgur. "Ozgur Doğan. I want to fight him." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Maceo scowled as Sorin sat in front of him tying his boxing gloves. Sorin had already donned on his mask and was in boxing shorts. "I am not going to get myself beaten up. I am going to beat someone up" Sorin grinned as he stood up and and taking a fighting stance jumped lightly on his feet and threw a few punches. "Uh-huh sure. Isn't that what you say everytime bit always end up with a bruside stomach or aching shoulder" Maceo deadpanned. "Shut up" Sorin hissed.