B Block Animatic Battle Novels & Stories

In their hands they held silver blocks. "The story must be clean " the Revisionists said together. Their voices had no feeling. "The characters are out of order. Go back to the ink." Benson raised his weapon. Fired a stream of black ink. It hit the leader of the suits. The man’s white suit turned into a mess of scribbles. Then he fell down like a pile of waste paper. "Maya get down!" Julian grabbed her arm. Pulled her behind a metal box. The battle was fast and scary. It was not like a fight. When a soldier was hit by a block his arm or leg would just disappear. It left a shape where the arm used to be. The soldiers screamed as they watched parts of their bodies vanish into the air.

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

“Rules?” Anita smirks. “Only one. No holding back. Fight only ends when either of us concedes.” I grin. “Alright, try not to cry when you lose...” I let out just as I watch them circle me like a pair of predators. Sera snorts. “Funny. Let’s go.” She says and suddenly, all amusement leaves her features and she becomes completely serious. Both their eyes begin to glow, Anita's a shade of gold, while Sera's is more of a glowing copper and amber. Growls rumble in their throats as they face me and that's when I can tell... this won't be an ordinary fight...

“But you’re still just a shadow of what I am.” Bayo’s eyes burned brighter, the golden hue now pulsing with intensity. “I don’t need to be you,” he said, his voice steady despite the strain. “I just need to stop you.” --- The battle reached a fever pitch as Bayo exerted his will over the horde. The connection he shared with them was tenuous, but it was enough. For every zombie Akin sent toward him, Bayo redirected another. The battlefield became a chaotic dance, the horde tearing itself apart as the two forces clashed.

Only the pups on the couches were unaffected since they were already fast asleep. “I can’t dance to save my life, but I’m pretty good at fighting,” he said with a wink. “Therefore, I propose a slightly different challenge. Instead of dance moves, how about we have a battle of the basics. Bruce says your grasp is near mastery level, so I’d like to put that to the test. I’ll make a move, and you follow up with the correct counter move, then you attack, and I’ll counter. We won’t actually hit on another, just see who can out counter the other.” I wanted very much to say no, but once my charges started screaming and cheering in excitement, I knew that I couldn’t refuse. Instead, I just planned t

He blocks me again, and I quickly shift and change. “Okay” I murmured, and he turned around. He smiles, and comes over. “Thank you” I tack on, and he nods. “Anything for you, baby” he kisses my head, and I let him. He walks away, giving me space and I appreciate that. But my feelings are confused. Because the same guy who just blocked me, who just kissed me is the same guy who abused me for years. We go through our usual workouts, then split into pairs to practice fighting. Giana kicks my ass, but I get a few good blows in. After practicing for another 30 minutes we separate to get ready to go home.

How boring. Then the order came. Fight!

The air grew thick with tension, each heartbeat echoing like a war drum as they circled each other, growls rippling through the dense undergrowth. Jax, driven by primal instinct, made the first move, aiming for Amani’s throat. However, she anticipated his attack, evading his grasp with a swift maneuver. In a lightning-fast counter, her claws raked across Jax's face, leaving behind a trail of crimson as a testament to her lethal dexterity.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.