Z Fighters Novels & Stories

Instantly, the two fought! However, Fitzgerald was like an undefeated warrior at this moment. He blasted Zayn away with just a few moves! Swoosh! The next second, Griffin Pavilion Master Dahlia Una joined the battle and fought Fitzgerald! Then, the four pavilion masters took turns fighting Fitzgerald! Even so, Fitzgerald still had the strength to fight back. Bang! Zayn’s kick carried the roar of a tiger and hit Fitzgerald on the side of his face. Fitzgerald was sent flying out like a meteor and crashed into several walls before he tumbled heavily on the ground. He left a long deep pit!

"Don't hurt my momma!" Zahir yelled out, adding a whole new dimension to the chaos. His chubby little hands were fisted at his sides and he was in obvious fighting mode with a clear line of sight to Zayed "Zahir" she started to say, only to see Zian dropping his frogs down as he noticed the man in the kitchen and to turn his fight mode on. Both her boys stood on her either side glaring at the man in the kitchen. And her little girl, Zada hugged her legs and turned around to glare at the intruder

The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them. Not the main entrance. Not from the camera side. From the side the fighters use. And then—he heard it. At first just scattered voices. Then a rising roar. Then something that wasn't just noise—but a name: "ICEBLUE FIST!" "ICEBLUE! ICEBLUE!" Something twisted in his gut. Not because of the name—he'd chosen it. Or rather, accepted that others had chosen it for him. But because of how it was said now. Not mockingly.

I ask withdrawing from the hug. "He won't honey. Remember today is your first day in high school." She smiles trying to cheer me up and it kinda worked cause I'm totally excited about my first day in high school. I haven't made any friends since we came to live in human world. "Yeah." I breathe out. "So....get dressed while I make you a delicious breakfast. Ok?." "Okay." She stood up from the bed, pecked my cheeks and moves out of my room. Well.....My name is Zara. I was a princess in the kingdom of Almelda, a beautiful place very far from here.

he says in a low, more serious tone, "to talk about how you're dealing with all of this." "It's okay, Zack," Dr. Mansfield gently touches the side of his arm, "if she's not ready or even willing, don't push her." Yeah, don't push me, dammit. Zack's runs a hand through his hair and he lets out a heavy sigh, "I haven't told you everything," he whispers to Dr. Mansfield but I can hear him loud and clear, "the battle they just returned from," he pauses for a second, "five Fighters were killed."

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

I’ll be free from this interrogation soon. I stepped on the accelerator a bit harder to get us there quicker and I breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when I saw the top of the dark green tent where the fights usually take place. The tent was connected to a single storey building where the changing rooms are at. Fighters usually enter from the building’s back door while spectators go through the tent’s entrance. I drove around to where I parked my bike and got off the car, turning off its engine. I heard Adam get out of the car as I got on my bike, putting my helmet on. I slipped the keys into the bike's ignition.

Zephyrus’ POV It relieved me to know Alpha Zach was dead. I stopped right in front of the enemy and looked at the warriors who had tied him up. “Untie him.” I wasn’t one of those who chose an easy kill. Even if he was the enemy, I would give him a fair chance to fight me before I killed him. My warriors untied him, but the foolish enemy laughed sarcastically. I watched him furiously. It was obvious he had no idea of my power!

Neither he nor Zeb could shift easily and risk being caught up in their clothing. Knowing his words and actions would cause this type of response; Zeb turned and launched himself at Brandt. The ground absorbed the impact of their bodies. Bone crunched. Brandt's fist connected with Zeb's nose. Blood sprayed through the air. Alpha fists pummeled his enemy's face. Lust, his need to mate, his anger over Emily's anguish, and fear took hold and his need to kill Zeb intensified.

She didn’t smile or introduce herself, just looked down at the ground as Bailey paired everyone up. “Okay!” Bailey shouted. “We’re going to just get right into it. It’s important for you to learn your weaknesses and strengths. I’ll be going around watching you each spar. There are no rules here, much like there won’t be any when fighting against other packs. Do anything you want. Push each other. Begin!” My heart started pounding. That was it? I had never fought before! What was I supposed to do? There’s no way this little wolf could even hurt me, though.