X Fighter Novels & Stories

Whosoever that came here was hell bent on passing through, and they were also very good. “Do you think this was done by a single person?” I asked Lloyd. His gaze stretched from where we stood till it went ahead and he shook his head. “There’s only one way to find out.” He turned to me. “We examine the pattern of kills.” “The pattern of kills?” I blinked. “Every fighter, warrior and mage has a pattern of fighting style,” came in Xavier. “You will see it in their pattern of kills. It is impossible to fake or hide. You can tell who a fighter is by his pattern of kills.”

The three of them lined up, ready to go, and for a moment, all I could hear was the steady beat of my own heart. Then it began. And they were formidable, each of them possessing their own unique fighting styles. Nasir was unpredictable and wild. His movements were sharp, fast, and aggressive. I had seen him take down opponents before with raw force, relying on his instincts more than strategy. Liam, on the other hand, was precise. Every move he made was calculated, methodical. He studied his opponents before making a strike, his attacks deliberate and lethal. And then there was Xander, swift and powerful. His speed was almost inhuman, his strikes landing with the kind of force that could kno

He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.

(FIGHT OVER-VIEW BY THIRD-PERSON) HEART from THE KIGHTS VS FALCON from THE BLACK PARADE Sense Enhanced: Sense of SIGHT AGILITY: 77% CRITICAL THINGKING: 74% PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 77% EMOTIONAL STATE: 74% .. Falcon stood six feet, 5 inches, with a well-built body that can be seen through his fit shirt. A work-out addict with a brutal fighting style, opposite from his opponent that is known for her elegance and grace in the arena.

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

I would glance back occasionally, watching as he'd write notes down in his book. I didn't know if this was the college Connor was looking to impress, but I was sure that he'd impress them all. It was getting down to the last ten minutes or so of the game, and Connor was starting to get rough with a few of the opposing players. Considering our team was ahead by two goals, it made sense that things were going to get rough, but violent? I didn't see the need for that. A fist fight was close to breaking out between Elijah and another player, but our coach pulled him. That's when I started to get a bad feeling about the game. When one of the opposing players decided to get sneaky with his hits, t

I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it rolled to the ground. The car fled in maximum speed as Hunter took sharp lefts and rights around each corner. Hell, if I hadn't grabbed the seatbelt and shoved it into the lock my head would be flying right off the window by now. What the fuck is this? Fast and Furious X? I held the vomit lodged in my throat, grabbing any handle I could get my hands on, any solid surface I could dig my nails into as I watch trees and colors shift and disappear simultaneously before my eyes.

"There are many variables that determine a great fighter. It's not about how fast you knock out your target, or how hard you can hit. You have to be able to predict their movements, withstand some punches, ability to correctly throw off your opponent, and so much more. In order to be a fighter, you have think like a fighter. You have to move like a fighter. Which is why we will start with fifty laps." I look up at him, my eyes wide, and my mouth virtually on the floor. "Fifty laps? Can we lower that to like ten?" "It's ok, I would prefer if you didn't learn how to fight anyways." Xavier says, spinning around to head back upstairs. "Wait! Just let me get changed first." Xavier nods his head.

said Zayn nonchalantly. Shaelyn's eyes immediately widened in surprise. “You’ve lost your mind. Do you know who Xander Griffin is? He is the vice president of the Northmob Council! There’s no telling how strong he is, but he is shockingly powerful. I’ve lost count of how many skilled fighters he killed. Moreover, he is an intermediate master fighter already. Even if you’re also a master, you’ve only just reached that level, so how can you possibly match Xander?!” Zayn did not speak but smiled softly. All of a sudden, he sensed something and turned his head to look toward it.

We ended up being friends and he is a very good friend of mine". "If things turn bad here at Fang city, contact him, and go join him at Holandis, he is part of a team that fights werewolves and vampires but he doesn't have to know who you are, he doesn't know am a vampire either, from him, learn to fight and defend yourself, live to fight another day son," Raymond said. "Excuse me, your Majesty, Fedrick said as he walked, "yes, Fedrick?" "The new soldier recruits are ready they are waiting for you to address them," Fedrick said. "I will join you shortly" Raymond replied and dismissed Fedrick.