The Auditor Madness Combat Novels & Stories

I tried to make out words and voices, but there was too much going on for much discernment. The commotion was wild and intense, a symphony of grunts, thuds, and muffled shouts that painted a chaotic picture. I could hear furniture scraping across the floor, a lamp crashing to the ground with a shattering of glass, and the unmistakable clatter of bodies hitting the walls. It was a tumultuous dance of unknown combatants, and I was anxious to know what had happened.

"We are gathered here under the Old Laws to witness trial by combat!" The formal words washed over me. I barely heard them. All my attention was fixed on Xavier, on the way he was studying Aurelius, cataloging weaknesses, planning his approach. "The challenger, Xavier Blackwood, has invoked his right to prove his worthiness through battle. The defendant, Aurelius of no pack, has accepted this challenge. The combat will continue until one participant yields, is incapacitated, or dies." Dies. The word hung in the air like a curse. "Should the challenger wish to invoke the mate's right at any time, he may do so by verbal declaration. Should his mate choose to join the combat, both parties must

“I was wondering when you would come find me, Silverhair.” Laura didn’t answer she just held her tighter. —————— The morning sun blazed through the high glass panels of the combat hall. Light danced across the marble floors. Warriors and spectators filled the upper terraces, and the air buzzed with expectation. Laura stood in front of the mirror, dressed in her tight, black leather combat gear, silver hair braided and pulled into a high ponytail. Her reflection radiated steel and storm. She stepped into the hall. All heads turned. Even Damian who usually kept his emotions under wraps, let his mask slip. A half smirk tugged at his lip.

Elara choked out, her voice a dry scrape against her teeth as she tried to pull away from Miller’s steel grip. ​From the floorboards ten feet away, Julian let out a guttural snarling cry. The two security guards pinning his shoulders down shifted their weight, trying to draw their weapons, but the Auditor’s right hand moved with a blinding, mechanical velocity that defied the human eye. ​Pfft. Pfft. ​The silenced weapon didn't roar; it coughed twice.

His grip tightened infinitesimally on my hand. Caelum, oblivious or perhaps deliberately indifferent to the palpable tension he had ignited, stood in the center of the polished floor, his presence commanding. “Today,” his voice resonated through the hall, smooth and deceptively calm, “we train in adaptive combat—learning to seamlessly shift tactics mid-fight. I’ll be observing closely to see who possesses the mental agility and the raw skill to keep up with unpredictable scenarios.”

Elliot said in frustration, Amelia thought for a few moments before agreeing with a sigh, they let go off each other’s hands and suddenly ran in opposite directions leaving the monster temporarily at loss. “Hey worm-head, come catch me if you can.” Elliot shouted while waving his spear, the monster didn’t understand his words but it understood his taunting and took off after Elliot who already resumed running, Amelia took this chance and began firing arrows, like streaks of light the arrows the arrows flew but the moment they touched its exoskeleton there was the sound of colliding metals before the arrows snapped in half and Amelia cursed under her breath, she nocked and fired again, this t

We walked closer but made sure to stay as far back so these students wouldn't notice our presence. Crossing my arms, I lean against the wall and watch as Ava threw a sick punch to her opponent's face, right when she caught him off guard. He staggers back a little, whilst Ava takes this opprtunity to strike and it's a fucking perfect uppercut to his jaw. The crowd burst into whistles and hollers, all shocked and amazed at my mate's fighting skills. I feel my lips curl up into the widest grin ever, proud the goddess blessed me a warrior for a mate. Hold that thought.

The other warriors at the barracks that were training there stared at him with fearful eyes because he looked deadly. The trainees have noticed the change in him. Over the past few months, he has been more ruthless and menacing. Even the slightest of things would tick him off and he'll burst like a volcano. The trainees were terrified to even spar with him because the last time he was barbaric, Rasmus had to step in to stop him. Hunter vent out his wrath on the punching bag but the poor thing couldn't absorb his rage, with a solid punch the chains snapped and the punching bag fell a few feet away from him as only the dangling chain remained.

“I, Matt Wells, challenge you! Anyone who dares to attack the Nonagon is courting death!” The bad-tempered burly man roared and stomped his feet on the ground. Like an exploding cannonball, both his fists burst with dazzling red sparks and smashed at Reed fiercely! The force of this punch was strong enough to shatter combat armor! The scorching heat carried in that punch was enough to melt iron! Many disciples smiled faintly when they saw Matt making his move at this moment. The figure in the green combat uniform in front would most likely fall after a single blow from Matt.

“I'll be waiting.“ My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents. It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious. “Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice. My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans. “We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper. “I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“ Before I could wrap my head around what