Vince Champ Novels & Stories

"100 million going once, going twice, Gone! And banged the gavel. "You are welcome" he smiled at Vinca who had a shocked look. Damont, dejected, squeezed his palm into a ball, really wishing to give Frost a clout on the nose.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

the man I'm now assuming is his brother ducks his head closer to Harper's and says "Taking it up the ass and sucking dick" Questions and anger run wild through my veins at the feeling of pain that's radiating off of Harper. A low threatening growl rips from my chest as Niro wants to break free. "If you don't want to end up in the ICU I suggest you let me go now and walk away" Harper warns the man who chuckle and shakes his head. "Oh yeah" they both come to a stand still "Are you going to do some kinda voodoo magic shit to some how make you strong enough to beat me"

Him. Vince.

“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

I stand in the center of the arena, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in my teeth. Across from me, another door opens. And my opponent enters. He's massive—easily six-five, maybe two-hundred-fifty pounds of muscle and violence. His face is scarred, one ear missing, and his eyes have the flat, dead look of someone who's killed so many times it doesn't even register anymore. A feral rogue. The crowd roars approval. "Ladies and gentlemen!" A voice booms over speakers—Hank, acting as announcer. "In the red corner, we have Viktor the Butcher! Twelve wins, zero losses, and a taste for omega blood!"

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

Vincent repeated, still not wanting to introduce his friend. Anderson felt that Vincent was denying it, so he took his steps instead. "What's your name? Let me introduce myself. My name is Anderson Silva, and I am the CEO of Horus Tech Corporation and the boss of your friend, David Clyde." Anderson stretched his hand to Grace. It made Vincent gasp in surprise at his recklessness. Meanwhile, Grace was confused, frowned, and turned to Vincent.

"Day two of champion-against-champion fights is about to begin. Get your banners in the air and cheer on your favorite champion. First up, we have Lt. Shaan of Cok and Capt. Vipul of Hassin. Please step into the arena," the announcer says and the two of them leave the holding area.

Vincent groaned as he got up from the ground. He dusted his pants and smiled again, narrowly avoiding another incoming assault. Then, Cohen retreated into the cabin. Vincent Hale, the second-in-command of the fifth battalion who was supposed to be dead over a decade ago after Mira killed him except that he was right here as healthy as the horses. Wrong species, but everyone understood.