Thrill Of The Fight 1 Novels & Stories

Our passionate fight Began.

Damn, I am ready. “Let’s go!” I yell and thrust my body straight forward. My fist is pulled back, and my teeth are clenched as the earth blurs past me. He launches his body at me, and we meet with an explosive blast that sends everything around us flying in all directions. It’s much like the shockwave of a bomb. Adrenaline is pumping, testosterone is thick in the air. Fists are flying and powers are building. The thrill of the fight feeds my chaotic desires to fucking kill this guy. I can feel the wild look in my eye, and my confidence grows with each painful blow I land to this fucker’s face. Damn him!

“As if defeating the entity wasn’t enough.” The creature let out a deafening roar, the sound shaking the very foundations of the temple. The ground trembled beneath their feet, dust and debris raining down from the cracked ceiling. The air crackled with anticipation, charged with the raw power of the beast. This was not a battle of wills, not a confrontation of ethereal energies. This was a brutal, physical fight, a test of raw strength and skill.

I keep fighting him for about one hour, and by the end, I am lying on my back on the floor, taking deep breaths while the sweat from my body drips onto the floor. “Hey”, I hear Colt’s voice behind me. I look around to see him standing on top of me, he offers me one hand, and I take it standing up and looking at him. He looks pale and like he hasn’t been eating. He passes me a towel, and I clean my face, and then I grab my water bottle, downing it straight away. “See you tomorrow”, I say back to Aries, that is now clearing everything that we broke, he waves me off, and we walk out of the fighting arena, Colt shows me his tablet, and I look at it frowning. I have no clue what this means.

The realization hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. Eleanor had been right… in a fight, the are a match. Dom's eyes narrow. And then with a sneer of his own , “Heh,” they truly begin to fight. The first exchange happens so fast my eyes can barely track it. Fist meets fist, kick counters kick, and each impact sends shockwaves rippling through the air. The sound is like thunder trapped in an echo chamber—a continuous rumble of colliding forces that makes my bones vibrate.

There goes fist fighting. We hit the trifecta.

“Nick, you have no way of knowing that.” “Maybe not. But I went back home determined to learn to fight. Karate felt right to me – the idea of being able to kill a man with a single blow to the throat appealed. So I started training and it turned out, I was good at it. I was also pretty driven. The guys who had killed Shelley would be out of jail in about six years, and I was going to be ready for them.” “What were you going to do?” Nick’s gray eyes were hard. “Beat them almost to death. Maybe even to death, if that felt right at the moment.”

Since i want to finish the fight so i can get the money fast, i land a punch on his nose and headlock him to the ground. I whisper at him "Well,whose a little girl now huh?" Satisfied with the bell rigging meaning i've won the fight i jump to get out the stage and take my money so i can get out of here.Before going out,i wave at Dylan from the counter then get back home.

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.

"¡Maricón!" Celia glanced down at Connor's phone, which she had knocked onto the carpet. She said nothing more, instead using her foot to kick his phone under the bed. Her grip tightened around his throat, and he desperately grabbed her hands, trying to pry them away. Her dirty fingernails dug into his neck, causing his skin to burn as her grip tightened.