The Nightmare Fighting Tournament Novels & Stories

Venna and Maureen couldn't help but be annoyed with their friend slash boss. Dylan's harsh words still echoed in her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the task ahead. Amethyst knew everything Dylan said was right, but she still couldn't sync it all up in her mind. It's still very painful. The night of the fight arrived quickly. Amethyst, Venna, and Maureen made their way to the underground arena, the air thick with anticipation. Of course, they use their own identity in the underworld. They use Nightmare, Red Lily Spider, and Moon. That's the reason why the screams got even louder from around. Even more so when he saw the three enter the underground battle arena. The crowd's energ

He gave the slightest nod before turning back to Lucas. "Well?" Nicholas asked. "Where are your people?" Lucas raised a hand. Three massive men stepped out from the crowd, each one built like a brick wall. They were the kind of men who looked as though they could give the Hulk a run for his money. "Four against four," Lucas said with a satisfied smirk. "The tournament will consist of four challenges." He lifted his chin, the morning sun catching the gold in his eyes. "Speed. Tracking. Hunting. And finally... strength."

His smirk deepened. “As long as you’re not selling me off, it’s fine,” I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. “You’re not selling me off, are you?” “It’s a party, Nova, not organ trafficking,” he said, laughing. “Finals are, like, two weeks away, so they’re throwing it to help people unwind before they crawl back into their study caves.”

A staff member stood outside—dark blue vest with the event logo, headset on, notebook under his arm. "Apologies for the intrusion," he said politely, but with a clear sense of urgency. "Two registered fighters, the Italian Paolo Gerini and the Emirati Karim al-Fahim... have issued a challenge against Graves." Marcus's facial muscles twitched. "Now?" he asked. "Twenty minutes after a win?"

“Really did you really have to hit your Beta?” “Wellllll… Yeah.” Sam said before wrapping Gabi up into his side. After a tedious and long ass day, we were finally down to our last warriors. The tournament brought out everyone from the different factions. Many families throw out blankets. Several of the rogue warriors that were not trying out had pulled out barbecue pits and were grilling out. Children were in their own groups playing, fighting, and emulating the trained warriors. Even some of the students at the schools attended the spectacle. People were cheering for their favorites and booing when they would lose. Adrik didn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat, meanwhile many of the council

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.'

The golems would take care of it. So what if we didn’t win the tournament? So what if we sat back and let others do the fighting? That wasn’t a negative, that was brilliant. The samurai who never draws his sword is fucking cool. All we had to do was stay alive until it was all over. Shit. I looked back down at 288. “When will the final fight take place?” “This evening,” he said. “And after that, the welding ceremony or whatever it is, does it take place straight afterwards.”

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

I shyly answered. “Whacha doin down here?” He asked me as the feeling increased. It was in the gym doors, where Nathan and Junto went. What was I doing? “Sorry I didn't mean to bother you, I just…” I what? What was I doing, following a strange feeling I had? That was stupid. “Yeah?” Spencer pushed. “Hey, can you tell me whose is in there?” I surprised myself, pointing to the matted room. Spencer pushed play on his show again and the sound of gunshots echoed in the room. “Nathan and Junto are wrestling. They're the best fighters in the group, and all they seem to do is beat the crap out of each other.”