Romans & histoires Arceus Versus

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

However, the power of the God of War was so strong that Darius’s arura shield was being eroded quickly. “If only I could use my original power,” Darius sighed silently as a stray aura strand breached his aura shield and struck him on the arm. Deus was much worse off than Darius. Although Darius’s power was partially sealed, he could still summon the power of an average Peak High Level Ascender. But Deus was only a Mid-Level Ascender. True Ascender or not, when you were only at such a level, you would find it extremely strenuous to resist the anger of one as powerful as Ares. And this was highlighted by how quickly Deus’s aura shield was destroyed. And soon several of Ares’s aura strands stru

I almost stumbled down but Drake was there to support me. “Are you alright?” I nodded my head and stand straight to continue watching the game. Alpha Ares is stronger than his opponent. I know he could win. He doesn't even face the difficulty of beating his enemy. Everyone already expecting Ares to win the game and few more punch, he can make his opponent down not until I saw something.

Nonetheless, he was prepared for any attack, digging his hind legs into the ground. "You're not welcome here!" Ace roared with a flash of anger in his eyes. Then he began to attack as he ran towards us. But of course, Marcus was faster than him. He easily dodged his attack. "We should be the ones saying that!" Marcus grumbled as he lunged at Ace and successfully hit his body. Ace fell to the ground, but he quickly got up. Marcus smirked. "You can't beat us, so you better just give up! Surrender yourself so you could stay alive!"

His fangs tore through the air, seeking to assert his dominance over his foes, his eyes aflame with a wild ferocity that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. Azure moved like a shadow, her black and silver form blending seamlessly with the darkness. She struck with lightning speed, her fangs and claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. She taunted her opponents with sly remarks, her voice dripping with a calculated venom that unsettled her foes. As the battlefield raged with fury, Seraphine and Azure found themselves locked in a deadly duel. Their pawns clashed with a resounding clash of claws, their movements a blur of calculated strikes and agile evasions. In the midst

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

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Adrean straightened, his own aura flaring in response. And then it happened. Without warning, Kael grabbed Adrean by the neck, slamming him against the side of the car. A faint smirk curved my lips as gasps erupted around them. Wolves gathered, drawn by the dominance clash between two Alphas. Adrean reacted quickly, gripping Kael’s throat in return. Their eyes glowed faintly, canines elongating, claws threatening to break through skin. The air vibrated with their combined rage. I watched silently as they struggled, neither willing to yield. Some wolves shouted. Others recorded the fight. The bar doors burst open as more onlookers spilled out.

Aurora clenched her teeth, her face, a mask of fury. The sound of the horn indicated the start of the contest. Without delay, Aurora leaped forward, her sharp claws aiming for her face. Vivian dodged effortlessly, retaliating with a hardened fist. Aurora groaned and staggered backward, a drop of blood slipping from her nose. Then, she lunged, moving like a cannonball, struck at Vivian's chest. The smug look on Vivian's face faltered, her expression finally becoming serious. Aurora’s body moved like a blur, her strikes were acute and precise. While Vivian didn’t fight, she danced. Her movements were like a cunning snake, flexible and deadly. I could see pains flash in Aurora’s gaze as Vivian’

Even Arcturus — ever composed — was beginning to stagger slightly, his breathing ragged. But none of them yielded. None of them dared to. Because this wasn’t a battle to defeat one another. This was a battle to prove that they could stand side by side — as warriors. And then, with one final exchange — a powerful blast of energy from Cormac colliding with Livia’s own magic, Roman’s punch clashing against her wolf’s claws, and Arcturus’ spell meeting her final shield — the field erupted into a blinding storm of light and dust.