X Fighter Novels & Stories

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.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

But the Xeria cultivator was quick—he kicked off the ground, leaping into the air with the agility of a bird. With a flick of his wrist, a sharp gust of wind shot toward Crystal, carrying small, jagged pebbles with it. Crystal narrowed her eyes and swiftly raised her hand, summoning a layer of ice in front of her. The wind slammed into the ice wall, scattering in different directions. The Xeria fighter didn’t stop. Twisting his body midair, he used the wind to propel himself forward, closing the gap between them. He landed on the side of a rocky outcrop, using it as a launchpad to strike from an angle.

I say, feeling desperate for her to understand I just want to prove to her she is all that matters to me. “What about that A****n looking bitch from the first day we met? And don’t tell me there is nothing, I ain't stupid” Well of all the things I thought she might say this was not it. “Talia? She is one of my best trackers and fighters” She shoots me with a look that tells me you better say now or am off. Sighing I drag my hand down my face, what is it about this tiny woman that puts the fear of Goddess into me.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

“You have what’s yours. We’ve been very good sports about this.” Warwick and Fanning didn’t speak. Their silence was not agreement—it was defeat with a silver lining of rage. Xavier rose with unhurried grace, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. As he passed behind Fiero, his hand brushed lightly across the boy’s shoulder. A silent signal. Or a reminder. Or a leash. Fanning’s voice broke the silence, low and venomous. “You’re breeding traitors.” Xavier paused. “No,” he said, without looking back. “We’re training visionaries. But you wouldn’t recognize the difference.”

After seeing the power of that A-tier Phantom back at Medic's Haven, Felix knew the damage they could cause was catastrophic. "Alright. I've warned you. I'm taking Mackenzie's body with me," Donna concluded, turning to leave. The moment she left, Felix immediately dialed Xena's number. He did not yet understand the full picture of this fight club and wondered if Xena knew anything about it. "You're talking about the underground fight club in Fantadio?" Xena asked carefully. From her tone alone, Felix already had his answer. "So, you already knew about this place?" "Yes," she answered quietly.

Bolt Doyen moved almost instantly as he vanished from the spot and attacked Kayson with a palm strike. Kayson hopped back and avoided him easily, looking at Bolt Doyen in confusion. “Peak middle-stage pre-celestial fighter?” He was surprised that Xander actually had an expert like this around him. Xander heaved, nearly scaring himself witless just now. “Oh, you’ve got the guts to send yourself here. huh?” “Why not?” Kayson smiled. Xander did not expect him to be so brazen and cried right away, “Bolt Doyen, kill him! I want him dead without any remains!”

I don’t wait to figure things out, I jump to my feet and stand in a fight stance. Xander gets off the wall, which now has a him shaped size in it. He dusts his black outfit that now has smudges of white dust on it. “That would have been embarrassing if I wasn’t sure of masculinity, you see.” He says, brushing his hair back. “You saying it too much seems like you’re trying to convince yourself.” I muttered, keeping my eyes on him. I trace every one of his micro movements. Even the smallest move you could take as nothing could be everything in a fight. And when your opponent is as smart as Xander, lethal and merciless, you have to always be on guard.