The Auditor Madness Combat Novels & Stories

Kyle shifted uncomfortably for what he must say next. “We need to take a rarely used, dicey, tactic: Double Blind Strikes. For this I need all of you to remember not all intel will be shared, a basic plan will be in place, but as things change out there, you cannot contact each other. Animikii’s wolves can sense you. I’m getting ahead of myself here. I have decided that I require Aries, Scythe, Dove, Troy, and Briar. If your name hasn’t been called, can you give us the room?” Kyle asked, bowing. After those not invited left the room, there was no holding anything back now.

I thought about the spell on my father's room. I dug my claws into the turf, leaped over a pile of writhing bodies, and brought my full weight down on the rogue mid-flight. My jaws closed around the back of his neck, a sharp twist silencing him instantly. I spun around, my back paws kicking another wolf square in the ribs, sending him rolling into the ditch. The space between us cleared. Audrey was shaking, her fingers hooking into the stones behind her as she stared up at me. Her hair was a nest of twigs, her silk dress stained with mud.

"Hide! Don't come out until I call for you!" Audrey huddled in the darkness of the log, listening to the horrific sounds of battle—the clash of steel, the wet thud of blades hitting flesh, and the terrifying, guttural roars of wolves shifting mid-leap. She watched through a crack in the wood as Lucas fought like a demon. He was a whirlwind of silver and blood, taking on three mercenaries at once. But he was distracted. He kept glancing back toward her hiding spot, his protective instinct overriding his tactical mind.

The clash of metal against metal and the screams of the wounded painted a gruesome tableau of bloodshed and chaos. Abaddon's cold and ruthless demeanor took over as he fought with lethal precision. He moved like a shadow, his movements swift and calculated, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Axel, ever the jester, fought with a bizarre mix of humor and ferocity, his white hair shimmering like a ghost in the darkness. Dexter proved to be a formidable force; his combat skills unmatched. He fought with a silent intensity, his eyes ablaze with a determination to protect his leader and his turf.

“Both of you shut it. Hunters are literally outside and you’re busy measuring dicks?” “I’m not—” Caleb snapped, stepping forward. “Yes, you are,” Audrey shouted, cutting us all off. She looked wild, hair stuck to her sweaty face, eyes glassy with fear and fury. “I’m not some prize you idiots get to fight over. Do you get that? Do you even care I almost got strangled to death by that thing?” I felt her words more than the silver. I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again. Nothing came out except this ugly, guttural, “I care.”

I said and walked out. He laughed and said something that made me more pissed that I could ever be. “Mr. Racoma can actually do something about it. I just told him to help me… and look, its effective.” He grinned and I was losing my mind right at this moment. I would do anything to kill this fucking dimwit who’s totally a fucking shit! I can’t believe I fell for that!!

I drove my fist directly, brutally, into his groin. I was so fast, so smooth, and so small that to the spectators, it just looked like a standard body blow. The giant's eyes went wide, the air leaving his lungs in a high-pitched gasp. As he bent double in agonizing pain, I leaped, driving the hard, reinforced heel of my combat boot directly into his eye. He stumbled backward, clutching his face, roaring in agony. He tried desperately to rise, his massive weight shifting as he scrambled for balance, but he was too disoriented.

"It is you we have. Your parents are merely leverage. Whether they remain 'safe' or become 'collateral damage' depends entirely on your cooperation in this room." I slumped back, the fight draining out of me. The threat was clear. "Who are you?" I whispered. "You may call me The Auditor," he said. He tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the pristine floor. "I assess assets for the State. And you, Baraka, are a very confusing asset." "I'm not an asset. I'm a human being." "Are you?" The Auditor stood up. He picked up a remote control and pressed a button. A section of the wall lit up—a screen I hadn't noticed before.

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

The auditorium was completely cleared out. The security tape was used to make a perimeter of about a hundred square feet for each participant to fight in. A lot of blunt weapons were set on the side of the ring. From halberds to daggers, every single possible weapon could be seen there. Harvey York calmly walked toward the thirty-ninth ring. He squinted at the surveillance camera on top of him before looking at Kori on the forty-first ring. Then, he rested his hand on the ready button beside him.