The Nightmare Fighting Tournament の小説・ストーリー

Brute strength and boiling rage. Finally he pounced and we became a swirling mix of dark fur as we tore into each other. He bit my flank causing me to yelp whilst I buried my snout into his upper shoulder and tore away at him. I heard further yelps from further away and in a brief untangle from Wicknace I saw a terrifying sight. Troy was pinned by both Julien and Jimmy. Shit, I couldn’t help I had Wicknace already charging me for another round. There was never any guarantee we were going to come out of this alive.

William’s cryptic words sound like a distant echo once the elevator doors open and the noise from the other side of the room assaults our ears. I expected a lot. Maybe something terrifying but this… this can only be described by chaos. We are in an underground fighting ring. The main ring where two fighters are fighting almost to their deaths is surrounded by a cage as men shout and raise their beers like lunatics chanting for someone to get killed. “Drako Torrance owns all of these?” I shout asking William. “No. He’s merely the-.” “AND WE HAVE A WINNER! Our reigning champion keeps his title as the one, the only, the magnanimous Drako!! Now as always and as your amiable host, if there’s anyo

“You’re aware that you’re famous right? You are known as a ruthless killer, not easy to please. Anyone will think you’re not easy to approach.” No, I’m not that scary. They’re exaggerating things: people and their rumours. I shook my head, “I don’t look scary right? Why would they think that way?” They shook their head. “No, no. Of course not. You look beautiful. And that’s only a rumour,” Liliane answered quickly. I chuckled softly, "I can't blame them for thinking that way though. Anyway, let’s go?” “Sure.” The three of us get inside the car. After a few hours, we reached the Kingdom’s largest Arena. It is the place where events like tournaments happen. Today, there will be a two-day tourn

I would not give them that. Raymond was not a shield. He was a piece on the board — a piece they underestimated because they assumed the warmth of his blood made him fragile. In that, they were mistaken. The Tournament would take place in the Arena of Thorns — a place older than the Veil’s current map, its sands blackened by centuries of blood. The rules were few and enforced only when the High Arbiter deigned to lift a hand. Fights were not always to the death, but they were never without cost.

“Join the upcoming tournament.” Matthew was surprised. He did not say anything back, only his eyebrows furrowed deeply. “The tournament will be held about 60 days from now. It’s a chance for all fighters to win fame and money, and for some, a chance to test or prove themself.” Jack’s last point sounded like it was specified to Matthew. The fact that Jack was raising this topic after Yuki already did made Matthew think that Loki might also be using Yuki without her notice, but that seemed unlikely.

I averted my gaze from him and just focused on Archmaster. “The Grand Festival Fight is composed only of two rounds. The first round of the will be held in the Labyrinth of Phantasm. And the second round will be on the newly constructed Battle Arena. We have constructed the Labyrinth of Phantasm just for this event. Each team will enter the labyrinth at its different gates…” Archmaster stopped for a moment when an hologram image formed on the air and it showed the whole layout of the labyrinth. It’s like a 3-dimensional map for that matter.

"About the business anyways, you are my substitute fighter to compromise our event and you to carry yourself to the finals so we can fetch good currency" "The hunters know I'm working at WPD?" "I'll book you in the motel for the night before you train yourself for the tournament and to do that you'll need to make an excuse" "Excuse about what?" "That you're squeamish as f*cking always rather than telling the truth, right?" "I'll tell her as I book in" "The tournaments start on Sunday past afternoon in district five in Twilight city" She passes me a brown banana fiber folder. "What's this?"

I consider her like a sister I never had. The arena where the tournament matches take place is in the center of the pack. There's no ring, just makeshift spaces for each championship category in strategic corners. A bit farther away, there are some wooden stands, accommodating the entire pack audience. Each pack has its own stands, and I have to admit that my pack's stand is the most spirited, even though it's the smallest in numbers. I stop beside my brother, and we watch the fight taking place in front of us, the first one in the men's category.

The other face-offs were lesser Alphas, Betas from foreign packs, which slunk into the back of his mind like background noise as the crowd murmured, with bets already being made. Rune’s hand touched mine briefly, under the table, cold but stabilizing. The tournament was forming, a trial of strength and secrets, and I wondered what truths would emerge in the arena’s dust.

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'