Bakugan Battle Brawlers Battle Pack Novels & Stories

Declan’s POV: Cold wind blew gently across the vast lands bordering the Westwood pack. It was a fresh morning, but the atmosphere was particularly cold. About a hundred soldiers assembled in an orderly formation, all dressed in brownish armor with a tiger emblem attached to the chest. I stood in front of them, inhaling cold air as I used my wolf’s inner strength to sniff around. Something was wrong. Someone was missing. I took a quick glance at Rhys who was standing right beside me, and he nodded to confirm my guess.

She continued. “Well, it did work out for him. He lost all his power and most of his influence within the tribe. All our food supplies dwindled. The only way he could feed the pack was by doing bad things to other people. As I’m sure you’ve already heard; Cannibalism.” Lora laughed and I could only sit there, dumfounded. Charlie let out a snort along with her. I clasped my hands in front of myself and ignored her ‘pack’ phrase. “Why didn’t you guys rebel sooner?”

"Get up here." ​I ran up the wooden stairs, my legs shaking a bit but my grip holding firm on the gun. I scooped up the canvas bag from the floor by the table and slung it tight across my chest, holding it close to my ribs. ​At the far end of the upper hall, a heavy door stood half-open. Past it, a dark set of concrete steps went straight down into the basement. ​"The cells are under the floor," Kaelen said, eyeing the empty hallway. "Greta's going down to deal with the pack heads before we can hit the locks."

Olivia’s POV The battle continued intensely, with the warriors giving everything they had. Some lost the challenge and were instantly teleported out of the battle stage, appearing at the far end of the temple ruins courtyard with battered bodies and pale faces. A few warriors from the Aqua Marine Pack, the Sacred Flame Pack, and the Crescent Moon Pack narrowly passed the challenge after defeating their replica selves and moved forward toward the giant door. To open it required the use of the special tickets gathered from the secret plane.

Then, after a long, tense moment, he nods. Ryker swallows, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. “So be it,” he says. But his voice isn’t confident anymore. A gong sounds, signaling the beginning of the battle. I step onto the battlefield, the crimson light of the blood moon bathing me in its glow. I will end this. Not just for myself. But for every omega, every forgotten soul who was told they were too weak to fight back.

Learning mathematics, history, literature—all the things my brothers got to study while I learned needlepoint. "When do they need me?" Mrs. Beatrice's face lit up. "This evening! They want to meet you first, of course. Oh, Sera, I'm so proud of you!" She pulled me into a crushing hug that smelled like lavender and old wool. I hugged her back, my mind already racing. The palace. The Alpha's son. Triple pay. I could do this. I'd survived eighteen years in a gilded cage—I could survive one troubled prince. How bad could it be?

she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without." My eyes lit up when she handed it to me. It was a leather vest, totally blank except for a "Prospect" patch on the front. My very own cut. "Prospects get the Blood Dogs colors—the insignia—after they patch in," Bonnie said. "Go ahead. Put it on." I was overwhelmed zipping it up. It fit me like a glove. "Looks good on you," Bonnie said as she poured us both some coffee. "Always wear it in the bar and when you're riding. Speaking of which, Red and Gunner are bringing your starter bike to the bar today."

The Baja pack’s Beta and a few other fighters are about to try and grab me to force me into using my powers to create more prism glass. As soon as they get too close, Nash and Greyson will jump in to fight them, and it will be a full on battle between the packs - one that we absolutely do not need. I’m wracking my brain for something, anything, that I can do to diffuse the tension, when all of a sudden a strange, soothing song comes floating through the air.

"aaahh male God ,bless him here is the Palade pack look there is their alpha king" "the dark pack is here ,it is said that the their alpha king daughter have a very rare institution and wolf even rarer than golden wolf I don't know if it true" "this battle is going to be tough the top bosses are here look there are the Retriever pack they are ranked one ,it is said that they are not accepting any members now".

I’m bored, and I need something to do. Walking to the door, Yori looks at me. “I want a laptop, please, Yori.” “Erm, you’re not meant to have access to one. You shouldn’t see about the Luna Battle Elara.” “I don’t care about that. I want to look up my parents and find out more about my family, my pack, and everything else. I know nothing, and I’m fed up with it. How can I agree to be called Xenia when I have no idea about her?”