Z Fighters Novels & Stories

and the door was left a bit ajar by mistake, enough for nosey people to peek. And that’s what exactly Eira did as curiosity got the best of her and she peeked in. As she peeked into the room, she saw the fighter who was fighting in the ring talking to someone and that someone was a person you were familiar with. Maceo Gonzalez. He was in the same group as Sorin and they were close friends. 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.

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.

one of them said in heavily-accented Rheasian. These two foreigners were both first-tier superior class fighters—or rather, in their lingo, they were S-class powerhouses—with a gun. They might be a threat if they stood against anyone else, but since they had the misfortune of opposing Zayn, they became as dangerous as two children playing with NERF blasters. Zayn sneered. Without another word, he lunged at them with the bellicosity of a tiger baring its fangs at two helpless lambs.

It was hard to imagine how he could keep fighting when he suffered such serious injuries. "What are you doing? Don't act with rules! He is a traitor. Let's fight with him together!" Zhang Wenzhao shouted. Drawing his long sword out of the scabbard, and with his fellows, he jumped up and rushed to the battle field like lightning. Zhang Fan seemed to have not heard it. He turned his back to Zhang Wenzhao and the others without any defense behind him. With the long saber, he still chopped out continuously like lightning. He cut down on Tian Heng's black giant sword that he could not raise.

“Chels, babe, we just fought an undead matriarch a month ago. Can we not just have pizza and sit in silence?” Chelsea snapped her fingers. “Theme, Ben. You know I can’t function without a theme. I’m thinking ‘Future Alpha Cubs.’ Something neutral—no pink or blue BS. Maybe moons and stars! Or dragons and wolves!” Ben looked around helplessly. “Gunner. Bro. Help me. Please.” Gunner, who was lounging back in a patio chair with a cold drink, merely took a sip and gave Ben a lazy smirk. “Nope. I value my life, and I don’t step between a mated witch and her P*******t board.”

“Now can we go? Jezebel is going to help me pick out a gown from the shops for Kent .” “Jezebel is still injured. She will not leave until she is healed and even then I might consider keeping her locked up for the act she pulled. No one told her to go into the Unclaimed Forest and get herself attacked by a werewolf.” I looked at the white bandage on my left arm which hadn’t stopped bleeding since I got hurt. However I felt no other symptoms. Even the constant bleeding hadn’t rendered me weak.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

After he vowed to make Zen the next Godfather, Liu Feng came to appreciate the insomniac a little more. If Zen was said to be a good strategist or a general in a war, Remi was akin to a tactician and a brilliant commander who could win the battles assigned to him by the general. Having his vow of loyalty was going to be a great addition to their faction. Of the true candidates among the ninety-two teenagers in this death pit, Zen and Felix were the only two who had a guild supporting them. Well, not anymore. Zen was the only one with a proper faction in this invisible war between true candidates, even if the young cook might not be aware of it himself.

A small fly wouldn’t be able to escape this situation, much less a human. On the other hand, these fighters were all energized and fired up. They clutched their knives and steel pipes tightly, their eyes carrying murderous glints. With just one word from Chopper, they would all charge together and instantly get rid of these good-for-nothings. Chopper walked up with a smile and said, “Tyson Woods, George Zabel, Old Niner. Seeing as you’re all from the underworld as well, I’ll forgive you if you kneel before me…”

I saw the hate in his eyes immediately he set eyes on Faelen. “You traitorous bitch!” he screamed, coming at her. He exuded an anger that obviously had driven him for years. He wasn’t the monster I remembered anymore. No, he was worse. With a roar, I lunged, placing myself between Faelen and him, and our swords clashed. Our groans and gasps echoed in the night, the sound of the final confrontation. Zodd fought with every ounce of his strength, roaring like a wild boar, but it wasn’t enough.