Your Fight Is Over The 100 Novels & Stories

I said. Bastian pushed in beside him. "That has to be a new record for the shortest fight. I've never seen anyone take down a Cape Buffalo in one strike. One strike, Caden. You're too good, man." Cael stood back slightly, but even he was smiling. "Cleanest finish I've seen in a competitive ring." "You guys are going to smother me with praises," I said, laughing. My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket. I pulled it out. Father's name was on the screen. Video call.

As usual, it was a call from Natalie. Julian met my gaze as he parted his lips to explain. "There's no need to explain. I know you're busy with work," I cut him off before he could speak. However, my thoughtfulness seemed to have unsettled him even more. Desperate to figure out what came over me, his grip on my hand tightened. His ringtone grew even more insistent. Julian finally loosened his hold on me under my steady gaze. "I'll show up on our 100th proposal," he promised before hurrying away.

He suddenly started laughing. The ground started moving. What is happening? Everyone is separated from one another while the ground is raised high. The roots held the ground tight. "An individual duels," He said excitedly again. What? "So, here are the game rules. There are 10 of you, and you have 8 chances. You need to win 8 fights. You can use your powers to your full extent. If you lose, you are going to stay here until I get entertained. But if you win. I will send you to your destination immediately.

Our journey might not be a perfect one, but it’s ours. My life with Sidd isn’t perfect, but it is the most beautiful experience. When you’re in love, there’s nothing worth not fighting to stay together. We discovered a treasure from our hatred. Now it doesn’t matter how we started, all that matters now is our future. I’m certain it’s going to be bright, more colorful. I pray not to encounter any challenge henceforth. Even if that happens, we will fight it together. I belong to Sidd. We belong to each other. He is mine, I won’t ever let anyone take him away from me.

He stumbles backward, momentarily disoriented. Seizing the opportunity, I press the advantage, closing in on him with calculated precision. We exchange a series of fierce blows, teeth gnashing, claws slashing through the air. Each movement is executed with a lethal grace, our bodies moving in a dance of primal aggression. Despite the intensity of the fight, there is an unspoken understanding between us. This is not a fight to the death, but a test of strength and dominance. We fight until one of us yields, until the moment when a white towel is thrown into the circle, signifying surrender.

“That’s how you knock an opponent out.” Taking a sip from the water bottle Coach passes me, I put my hair into a tight knot and bounce on my toes, shaking my limbs to get the stiffness and nervousness out of them. The wall clock above the mirror shows I have two more hours until my curfew, I pop my knuckles and twist my neck. I need to win the ten grand even if I don't need it. Each round takes about forty minutes. If I stick to what I know and have always done, the fight should be over in thirty minutes. A knockout signifies the end of the match and if I want to get home early enough, I need to put the motherfucker on the ground in less than thirty minutes.

For now, anyway. But the fight wasn’t over.

Or did I take my chances in a fight and hope that I could save its victim? The bathroom finally came into sight, and I had a moment of hesitation. If it came to a fight, would I have the room and time required to shift? I couldn't win this fight as a human. That was for sure. And if I lost, what would happen to Quinten? Would he find his way to the bathroom to check on me? Would he end up as the vampire's next victim? What did I do?

My thoughts got interrupted when Lucas started talking. “You know the rules, Bandit. Ten minutes of fighting and after that ten minutes, you will shift unless you're using weapons, then you will just fight in human form,” when he got done talking, the ref came up between them. “Alright, you know the drill: fight until either you submit or you die. Are you ready? Then let's do this.” His arms went up then slammed down, hurrying out of the way. When they started fighting, a female screamed out, stopping the fight.

That is not right. My gut clenched into a hard fist. I knew where this was going already. The elder's gaze swept across Nelson, then Simeon. "This must end. There will be a last fight.". I drew a quick breath of air. My fists clenched, nails digging into the whiteness of my skin. "No more excuses. No more interruptions. In five days' time, the fight will take place. And there will be no business left unsettled. One of you will lose. One of you will reign supreme. The fight will be over."