Bakugan Battle Brawlers Battle Pack Novels & Stories

I needed him like I needed air, like I needed my beating heart. I cannot lose him, not now, not ever. Everyone was ready and on alert. All the warriors from all three pack; Alec’s, Adrian’s, and Jude’s, who were participating in the coming battle were staying in one of the huge banquet halls in Alec’s pack house. All one hundred and fifty of them were selflessly participating in a battle that will end one of the most powerful and most evil packs ever known until now. An evil pack not because they were roaming the land killing innocent people brutally and burning their homes, but because they were subjecting innocent girls to the most horrible situations, forcing them to be something they don

The pep rally was no school event—it was Samuel’s stage, and she’d walked right into it. She pushed through the crowd, elbows bumping sweaty shoulders, her backpack heavy with the crumpled notes and the pendant from her bedroom. Her eyes caught a flicker on the bleachers—a scratched circle, a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly under the lights. Her scar burned, and heat flooded her veins, her hands trembling with a raw power she couldn’t control. A vision flashed: Samuel in a ritual circle, gym lights pulsing, her powers igniting, packs tearing each other apart. She gripped the bleacher rail, breath hitching, fighting the urge to scream.

Aiming that direction. The Asara Pack were only a short distance behind. Draven was rolling his shoulders. Lyra Lani linking her fingers through his as if they were only going for an afternoon stroll. It seemed that for the Asara’s fighting day in and day out was no big exertion. When was the last time all of them slept? I wondered. Everyone seemed like they were in far better shape than I. *** I could hear the crashing and crunching of branches and the collapse of at least one shack. A few woman’s screams and other sounds that told me that the battle was coming to a violent end.

“Right, well, thanks for story time Toby, and your plans regarding the hot shower sounds amazing. We were all going to go together to the MegaStore, so maybe your new buddies would like to wait for the rest of the party to arrive?” “About that,” Aaron walked in. He was sweating and wore several hemp tote bags over his head and shoulders as well as a backpack on his back, distorting his shape. Toby and Aislen automatically stepped forward to help him untangle himself and deposit the bags onto one of the empty benches.

"Please, tell me who volunteered." Ronan flicked his hand away, ice in his eyes. "My brave sister. Elara." The second her name hit the air, all three of them froze. Their minds went blank. Their blood turned to ice. They didn't care who stared. They spun and bolted, bodies blurring as they shifted in an instant. Black, gray, and brown fur exploded into the sunlight. Massive wolves hit the ground on all fours and tore toward the Pack border at terrifying speed. Only one thought hammered through them.

I threw the phone across the room as I heard the customer care line No, no, no, this can not be happening. I can not let this happen. I picked up the second phone I had when a knock came at the door and my beta walked in seconds later with a worried look on his face "You have to see this" I snatched his phone from him and the site of Lia beaten made my blood ran cold "What have you found?" "Red moon pack" "Gather the warriors and start a war. If she isn't there get their beta and anything important in the dungeon" I growled at him and he immediately backed away

Kael grabbed my arm. "We're moving." "Where?" "To the main hall." "Why?" "Because whoever is behind this wants control of the pack." We rushed through the corridor. Warriors were fighting everywhere. Some wore Ironfang colors. Others wore the same dark insignia I had seen before. Council supporters. My wolf growled. "Those men." Kael looked at them. "What?" "They're not ordinary warriors." His eyes narrowed. "How do you know?" "I can feel it." One of the attackers charged toward us.

Arman While Alpha Warren arranged the increased patrols, Yorick argued with Cyra about remaining inside under the C-Squads watch. She didn’t relent until he reminded her that if Stellan got to her, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill their son. That seemed to finally get through to her and she and Gamma Lila, along with their pups remained in the public areas of the new packhouse surrounded by warriors and C-Squad members. While Alphas Quirin, Connor, and Henry went on the increased patrols to make sure that Alpha Warren’s underage pups stayed safe, Yorick led me to the monitors that have been set up in the packhouse to watch the pack’s borders.

All that Karlisle could do that time was to watch Steffan pack his things up from his pad. The atmosphere was totally tensed, and Karlisle found it hard to breathe as his eyes feasted on Steffan's physique who was now holding his clothes while harshly throwing them inside his large travelling bag. The man wanted to cry, but he just can't because it would be useless. He wanted to stop Steffan from leaving him. But Karlisle is totally aware that Steffan will never listen to him anymore.

“More than you have, I’m sure. But the thing is, if shit gets tense, those are the people we need. Tea can argue with you about whether a spork deserves to be considered a utensil so fiercely that you’ll forget how much you wanted to rip Ford’s throat out. And when we get together with other packs, you wouldn’t believe how good it is to have an asshole like Jesse who can convince anyone that it’s a good day for the football game Rocco planned, even if it’s pouring rain and cold as shit outside.” “Since when is shit cold?” His grin widened. “There you go.” “What about the last box?” I gestured to the sixth one, which said: SIGMA. “That would be the pack’s instigator.” His expression grew ruef