White Clad Noble Boss Fight Novels & Stories

Trying to undo the attention I brought him. He's proving to the public that he's straight. But he's into me, and I'll prove it. “I'm not worried,” I say to Diego while I continue eating. _____________ Hours later. I usually wear black. To intimidate, but tonight—--- I don't want that. Still, I don't want anything too bright. “I wore a faded — sky blue shirt under a black suit. Dark brown formal shoes. Cologne sprinkled over my hair and clothes—-- Invictus only this time.

I wiped off the blood on my lip and rolled my shoulders. I ignored the throbbing in my head and swiveled back to face their boss. The drunk was nowhere in sight and he probably scurried out of there once the fight started. Their boss was a midget. No, I’m not trying to insult him. Well, okay maybe a teeny bit. But he is a midget; a short man with a pot belly in a suit. He was bald, chubby with a light stubble covering his jaw. His forehead shone under the lamp light, reflecting it.

Cassian spat, his face twisting into a wicked, feral grin. With a quick twist of his hips, Cassian kicked Noah off him. He rose to his feet instantly, his clothes completely torn to shreds by the claws and the raw power of the fight. With a sharp rip, his remaining shirt and trousers fell away, leaving him completely naked, his muscular body covered in sweat, blood, and deep scratches. He didn't care. His madness was too deep. He grabbed a broken piece of the metal table, his muscles swelling as he raised it high, moving in for a killing blow right at Noah’s chest.

He watched me eat him up with his eyes as he tossed his head back to take another sip of his whiskey,his eyes peeking at me from under long luscious lashes. I was enamoured by his eyes. I've never seen eyes like his in my life .Under the bar's strobe lights ,his eyes glinted with an icy gray and warm golden colour.The red motes in the iris's of his eyes sparkles. I watched him undress me with his eyes . My nerve endings began to tingle. He whispered to a heavily built man whose body language screamed "security detail " . In seconds,the heavily built made for me . "The boss wants to see you "

Felix added, smiling up at Ronnie, who just so happened to have blue eyes, much like myself. Ronnie smiled down at her and then back to me, “Looks like you may have some Luna blood in you.” Shocked, I shook my head. A laugh escaped my lips. “Me? A Luna?” I spat out. “No way.” We all laughed a little before another fight broke out across the fire. This time, two of the guys were in a hand-to-hand combat with each other yelling profanities. “And it looks like I’m needed.” Ronnie smiled as he waved a little goodbye to us before breaking up the fight.

He needed to keep his guard up for any possible attacks against them. "Boss, the party has already started, and all of the most influential mafia families have seated themselves in their dignified seats. We made sure that the largest and most influential families of all the nations are on the opposite side of the dance floor, and the less influential families are nearer to the exits." Alba said. Michael raised his gaze to Alba, who was wearing a stunning sapphire blue dress with a large slit that improved her range of motion. I was aware that beneath that exquisite exterior lay a bodice brimming with weapons capable of taking out a dozen targets in a matter of seconds.

The Cold Moon Sabers arced through the air, leaving trails of icy light as they lunged at their foes, their battle cries ringing out. Clang! Clang! Clang! Armed fighters retreated under the relentless pressure, with several sporting deep cuts that bleed freely, their energy quickly waning. "Refusing to play ball? Let's see how long you can last!" The middle-aged man's eyes darkened. He swiftly surged forward, sending out a barrage of fierce winds that exploded through the air. His combat skills far surpassed those Elegant Uniformed Troops, and in a flash, he sent several of them flying through the air. They hit the ground hard, coughing up blood, their breaths rugged and uneven.

- Meanwhile, Caleb and Ches' duel raged on. Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! As Caleb swung the Overlord repeatedly, positively bludgeoning Ches, Ches was left fuming. He wore Noble-grade armor and wielded a Noble-grade sword, but Caleb was still leaving him hard-pressed. Every swing of Caleb's sword felt like a ten-ton boulder crashing down on him, and the floor was being cratered from their clash. "Heh!" Caleb was chuckling throughout. "You still have one move, Ches, and that's to use the Overlord Bloodline you stole from me! If you don't, your organs will rupture from the inside from the shockwaves, even with your cockroach's carapace!"

The white-robed man looked down on warriors from third-grade worlds. Even if that warrior was skilled, the white-robed man would still look down on him. He felt like warriors from third-grade worlds were all beneath him. Working with the bald man was a forced option. Even two of them together might not be able to beat the Flaming Rhino. They needed help from a third person to kill the beast. Furthermore, the white-robed man planned on dealing with the bald man before dealing with the black-masked man as well. Even though they were both from second-grade worlds, it meant nothing in front of profit.

When everyone seemed tense and the air of hostility enveloped the cold Lantian Peak, suddenly someone's voice shouted loudly. "Boss has appeared. Prepare your best damage!" "Let's be number one for the prize of the best grade armor today!" The thousands of people flashed like shadows. The weapons in their hands became blurry and flashed in the sunlight. Suddenly, DUAR! Someone hit the Boss with extremely powerful damage. Vampling, the centipede-shaped Boss staggered and fell to the ground. Everyone looked dumbfounded as they witnessed this fact. No one could have guessed who the Fighter was that had such powerful damage that Vampling staggered and almost perished.