Battle B-daman Series Novels & Stories

Kyle stood perfectly still in the doorway, watching the bloodshed with cold satisfaction. This wasn’t an ambush. This was a theater. “Damon!” I shouted. “They’re here for me!” “No,” he snarled, grabbing me by the waist, his silver eyes glowing like molten steel. “They’re here to die.” The fight blurred. Damon tore through men like a storm given flesh, his claws wet with blood. Gemma and Sera fought back-to-back, blades flashing. Rowan, pale but standing, loosed a knife that pinned an archer’s throat to the wall.

“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.

The blonde patted his friend's back. As the committee called his name and his opponent's, he walked to the arena with a calm thought. He had seen three battles with fire benders as the participants, so he had some references. He had to thank Darrion too for the information on his opponent. The committee sent the signal, and the fight started. Right when they shouted 'Start!', Amano shot a thick napalm from his palm. Jai instantly dodged to the right, and Amano took this chance to raise a firewall heading to Jai's right.

Banners of the lion and banners of the wolf clashed in the streets, gunfire echoing through the city like church bells of death. Adriana watched from the balcony as Damian descended into the chaos, his men at his side. His wolf’s rage had been unchained, and he met Marco’s lion-hearted loyalists head-on. The battle was a storm of blood and bullets. Damian moved like fire itself—every shot precise, every strike fueled by both vengeance and sorrow. He didn’t just fight to win. He fought to erase the lion’s shadow once and for all. Hours later, silence fell. Smoke drifted across the streets, bodies littered like broken promises.

“Lorenzo. Randish. You’ve been making quite the mess. And now you expect me to sit back and do nothing?” Bain’s voice was calm, lethal. “I don’t expect anything from dead men.” Dmitry’s smirk vanished. “You’re bold, Blackwood. But bold men die just as easily as cowards.” Bain tilted his head slightly. “The difference is, I don’t die.” It happened in an instant. Bain’s men moved, gunfire erupted, and the quiet night exploded into chaos. Bain moved like a phantom, weaving through the fight with lethal precision. Dmitry’s men fell one by one, their screams lost in the symphony of violence.

“What happened? What about the others?” The nurse pulled up a stool, her hands folding in her lap as she met my gaze. “King Damon and King Damian fought like demons, my lady. They eradicated the remaining Bio-Lycans, every last one of those twisted beasts. I heard the reports from the field medics. King Damon took a claw to the shoulder protecting a squad, but he kept going while King Damian led the charge into their dens, ripping through them with those twin blades of his. Once victory was secured, they rallied the surviving troops and marched straight to Kael’s headquarters.”

, Damien laughed at the last part then stood up. "You chose darkness", Damien spoke while walking towards him. "You killed my mate", He angrily spoke. "Yes I did", Damien responded. At that Brian's nails instantly enlongated and within minutes he was lunging towards Damien. Everything happened quickly because before I knew it, Damien was digging his claws in Brian's hands. "You know am more powerful than you", Brian chuckled before he quickly swiped his long claws at Damien's stomach and blood poured out from his white shirt down on to his pants , soaking them.

The problem wasn't skill. The problem wasn't strength. The problem was restraint. Every Guardian seemed determined to die. Which made defeating them without killing them significantly more difficult. One Guardian lunged. Damon sidestepped. Grabbed the man's arm. And used his momentum to throw him into another soldier. Both crashed to the ground. A third Guardian appeared immediately. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. The lead Guardian watched the exchange carefully. Observing. Learning. Analyzing.

Somewhere beyond Bloodthorn, four men had felt a flare in their bones and knew, whether they admitted it yet or not, that their sister still breathed. Two days. I shifted the wood against my bruised shoulder and kept walking. *** The training field was a storm. Damon moved at its center like a lightning strike—fast, sharp, too bright. He drove his Beta back with a flurry of blows, wooden practice sword cracking against shield and blade with enough force to make my teeth ache. The Beta stumbled, off‑balance, barely got his guard back up in time to block the next strike. “Again,” Damon snapped, already pivoting away.

But Damian’s mind raced, searching for a way out. “Now!” the guard shouted, his finger hovering over the trigger. Damian’s gaze met Maya’s, a silent understanding passing between them. “Drake,” Damian said softly. “Yeah?” “Duck.” In a flash, Damian lunged forward, disarming the nearest guard with a swift strike. Chaos erupted as the team fought back, their movements a symphony of calculated violence. Sage'sheart pounded as she fired at a guard, her focus razor-sharp. Damian moved like a force of nature, his every action deliberate and lethal.