Two Nobodies Fighting Over Nothing Novels & Stories

If I weren’t void of all feeling in my body, I’m certain I’d be sporting an erection right about now. What I don’t understand is, where the fuck is everyone with the weapons? Everyone should have been here by now. Would it matter, though? I glance around and see no one other than the wolves that were out here fighting from the beginning. It’s as if everyone has vanished. “Cast your sword, sister. We shall fight to the death with hand to hand combat.” Annalise commands.

“Wait, so you two are not…” Tobey froze for a moment before sighing in relief. “Oh my God, Dee! You almost gave me a heart attack! “Listen very carefully. The last thing we common folks wanna do is to find ourselves involved in these nobles’ skirmishes. We don’t have status or wealth to back us, Dee. The only thing that’s gonna come out of this is us being chewed up and torn apart by the chaos.” Deirdre felt her entire body turning into stone. She closed her eyes, her eyelids trembling, and wished someone had told her this earlier. If only someone had told her sooner. God, things would have been so different!

"Can I have some popcorns instead?" He whispered to Garry. "What?" Garry frowned at him. "It's fun to watch girls fighting... See, Knight brothers are also enjoying." Noah chuckled and Garry looked at them with raised eyebrows, they were actually watching them curiously. Men will be men! "I am jealous!?" Ombre scoffed.

he responded Vanessa nods closing her eyes. Vanessa looked directly at the blue sky as Xavier walk around her gathering things. The events of the previous day were finally hitting her. She had killed a man without second thought. She had killed a man. The same way Drew had taught her “We need to get moving.” Xavier said breaking her from her thoughts. He offers his hand and pulls her to her feet and he leads the way. They walk quietly through the trees until they get to what seems like a path. The grass looked like it had been trampled down by numerous feet.

"As for Nancy, I freed her because she was no longer useful to me. I would have killed her, but she promised not to discuss the whereabouts of your children. It seems like you have not seen her in a while. What a friend she is." Nia froze into silence as Mr. Nobody removed her words from her mouth. She was no longer allowed to speak without permission. Mr. Nobody knew he had defeated them because he had carefully planned everything, he was a man that anyone should play with. "You have three fucking hours to decide who dies between the two of you, see you soon." Mr. Nobody said, his expression unflinching, as a man pushed his wheelchair out, locking the room and leaving Nia and Cage alone.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, the clash of steel, and the muted sounds of soldiers grappling in the shadows. Maximus, driven by a potent mix of purpose and defiance, engaged in single combat with Ganicus. Their swords clashed, each strike echoing through the silent forest. Callista and Bojan, hidden witnesses to this pivotal moment, held their breath as the fate of the prophecy hung in the balance.

Liora tilted her head, shadows flickering at her fingertips. Seraphina tapped once on her tablet—recording the incident, probably for the board logs. They noticed. Everyone noticed. Nico kept eating. Cold. Distant. Finished his meal in silence, stood, tray in hand. Headed for class. Because fights didn’t win popularity contests. They just cleared the path to the next thing. And right now, the next thing was surviving another day. 🩸

“You’re nothing but a mere puppet, a pawn in this grand game.” My opponent responds with equal malice, his eyes narrowing as he spits back, “You underestimate me, fool. I will show you the depths of your own arrogance.” The intensity escalates as we continue to exchange blows, our movements swift and calculated. Each punch thrown is an attempt to shatter the other’s defenses, to leave a lasting mark of dominance. The crowd roars with excitement, their collective energy fueling our primal instincts. As the battle unfolds, I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses. Every muscle in my body is attuned to the rhythm of the fight, anticipating my opponent’s ever

Emily laughed while replying to the comments, then affectionately linked her arm with Harry. “Harry, look, everyone wants to see the crocodiles, but it seems like Hailey is too far away from them.” Her implication was clear. She wanted me to fight the crocodiles to the death. Seeing his beloved first love making a request, Harry quickly complied. He threw all the bait beside me, and as the crocodiles sensed food, they hurried towards me. Fortunately, because they weren’t wild crocodiles, they weren’t very aggressive toward humans. But when faced with such animals, I was still scared.

He already does enough to her. Maybe they're in a clearing, gathered around like a crowd for a gladiator fight. There wouldn't be rules to state, or maybe Tarlo would clarify to Nicodra that he couldn't attack anyone else. They would shift and circle and wait to see who makes the first move. Then my mind whirls to nothing. It blurs with swift, dark bodies and snarls and gnashing. The pounding of the ground, and the spotlight cast by the moon. And everyone watching tries to keep track, tries to assess who's winning, but it isn't over until it's over. No one knows until one beast stops moving and the other spits out his blood.