X Fighter Novels & Stories

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.

Fighting against Victoria felt great. She was a strong opponent and really had me working hard for my win. Thankfully I was fast because her hits were hard. I was still on my winning high when none other than Kimberly wanted to spar against me. Xander told me before she was a good fighter, her brother Darren being head warrior, but I wasn’t worried. I was ready for a good challenge. “My name is Raina.” I told her for the second time. “Oh I’m sorry I keep forgetting!”

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.

Alpha Clayton Blackridge (My Little Mate) Three of the wolves that run with us has been missing for just over a week, the last time they were seen was outside this shitty pack that's run by some spoilt fucking so called Alpha heir. It’s a joke these heirs are getting soft with their entitlement, instead of earning it. So now I am running the line with a couple of warriors and Talia, Talia is the daughter of my late father’s best friend.

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.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.