X Fighter Novels & Stories

“So, while I was being taught ‘normal’ stuff, what did you learn?” Xander shifts backward so he can lean against the wall, and bringing his knees up, he rests his wrists on them. “I learned how to fight and shoot.” His eyes roam over my face. “And how to torture someone. Next year I’ll go to a place where I’ll learn everything I need to know to be an asset to the organization.” “And the Demonyo Gang is like the mafia, the bratva? Mob bosses, drugs, arms? All the bad stuff?”

she roared. Emily fought the hunters, hand-to-hand combat. Her arms got bruised when quicksilver slipped from the Hunters, weakening her even more. Her knees were shaking, she was tired, and at any moment, she’ll collapse. ‘Leia, I’m getting weaker and weaker. Convince Drake not to wander in the forest,’ Emily told her wolf. ‘I mislead these punks already, but I am not sure if I could still stand and fight them if they catch me,’ she added flatly.

“Is that the same Tora who fought with the wolves in the dragon battle?” “One and the same,” Cheyenne said proudly. “My right hand. General-level scary when she’s pissed off, but the best kind of loyal. And her mate, Jax, is Gunner’s right hand and our warrior trainer. He’ll grill you a steak and gut your enemy in the same hour.” Tyler smirked. “Welcome to the family.”

‘All is fair, Alpha,’ I teased. “Oh, I do enjoy sparring with you. You give me one hell of a workout and test me the most. The squad always keeps up and keeps me busy, but you push me to my limits,” he said proudly. I knew that I would never spar with the squad because Xander was certainly sturdier than the rest, and his skills were enough to keep me from doing serious damage. I would not take a chance with the others as they did not have those safeguards. Xander took the first move and threw a punch directly at face, which I easily ducked. However, his knee came up at that same moment into my ribs while his elbow came down hard onto my back. The air was knocked out of me.

Mar quickly jabbed the crest upon his chest, sending him hurling to the ground, his token in pieces. [Venet out] “Two down.” Mordecai said beside Dorin with a chuckle. “Aren’t you gonna help them?” he asked the medic. “Nah... I’m more of an observer.” said the other. “I only joined to fill up the 5th position. Dorin watched the battle once more. “Now, let’s see what this Ignacius can do.” Xander said with a smile as he faced Johan. With a snap, he ignited Johan’s surrounding with blue flames that burned towards the young fire mage, but the other simply waved his bastard sword, feeding it with the prince’s flames, and leapt to the air towards Xander.

he screamed, "Guys look who is here… it's the F-tier survivor!" Not later four challengers went towards us, looking in their equipment they are fairly good Challengers. The one on the left is a 20 year old female wearing a silver-plated chest piece above her beige colored wool knitted sleeveless shirt, "For an F-tier, he looks fairly strong…" she said.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

The Luna queen calms him down. * * Xander stands in the middle of the training field… He cracks his fingers and brings out his claws. He turns to his fighters… Scanning them… Looking for who's strong enough to fight with him. “You!” He points at a guy. Though the guy is taller than Xander… He's standing at 6ft7 (2.01 meters).. But the moment Xander points at him… his legs starts shaking and fear appears in his eyes. “M-me…?” He stutters.

X’s weapons had been useless, and Spitfire was down for the count. Then, something caught my eye. I turned to see X moving forward again, his fists clenched. “I can handle him up close,” he muttered, and I could tell from his tone that he was thinking about more than just physical strength. He was going to try and use his sheer strength and will to overpower Victor.

I needed to. — Another group of templates are coming up at six. — Her stuffy nose didn't negate the happiness in telling me that.—Be prepared to help them. They are extremely happy that you are the coordinator! I frowned. — Coordinator? But that's Fabiola's job. Rachel shrugged. — Are you really going to disappoint your fans? I wanted so badly to pull those false teeth out of his mouth. — Of course not. — I had to force those words out.