Battle B-daman Series Novels & Stories

He is dead," Damien replied curtly. Naferes's fangs grew and his eyes color changed just as his canine elongated. "Attaaaack!" He roared, in just a flash the once calm cool space turned into a bloodied battlefield. He dashes toward Damien thrusting his fangs into Damien's chest, Damien winces, while Naferes's mouth widens ready to bite Damien in his neck, but Daren was fast to stab Naferes bag with a silver dagger he was holding. Naferes groans in pain and released Damien, he turns instantly in the direction of Daren slashing his face with fangs.

But I wouldn’t be the first heterosexual to realize they like dick, or at least my brother’s. “Captain Darren? Oh right. You’ve mentioned him, and Damon has also mentioned him in our nightly debriefings via the link. He’s the Bloodmoon Captain with military training. I understand he’s been of great help in planning our counter-attacks.” Papa nodded. André rolled his eyes, putting a hand up to Persephone’s face. “Talk to the hand, Zia Persephone. Cause this handsome face ain’t listening.” He chuckled. “And yes, papa. That would be the guy. We’ve set up units that blend our pack and his warriors. As I’m the acting Alpha and otherwise Alpha heir, he is in my unit,” He explained.

Isabella Rossi's POV The red dot of an infrared laser sight was locked dead center on my forehead. 350 yards away, a sniper from the Santoro famiglia was perched atop the tower. Lorenzo Santoro's cold voice cut through my earpiece. "Target 01 is in position to test the blast resistance of the new ballistic glass. Countdown: tre, due, uno." There was no hesitation. With a deafening bang, the round slammed into the glass in front of me with massive force. Even though the pane held, the terrifying kinetic energy transferred through the barrier like a physical blow, rupturing my eardrum and rattling my skull.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

I asked him. “There was another breach on the eastern border, ten rogues that they killed swiftly,” he said as I saw the group of warriors emerging from the forest. I went straight to the safe room and unlocked the doors with my fingerprint and retina scan and looked through the faces as women, children and the elderly made their way out of it. “Damon!” I heard Kat’s voice as tears formed in my eyes realizing that it was my mother that had died. “Kat,” I said as I grabbed her in a hug.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

Damon rerouted doors, isolated intruders, turning Roe’s traps against him. Then, Freya’s compromised feed appeared. Betrayal. Expected, but still chilling. Focus had to stay razor-sharp. Damon’s hand found mine again. “Adapt to believe that not all fights are won, but all battles are physical.” Explosives detonated deeper, releasing dust, sparks, and alarms in a chaotic symphony. Every sensor, panel, and shadow became a weapon. From the smoke, a figure emerged, taller, armored, and faceless. Its movements were silent and lethal.

The air was electric with tension, the outcome of this battle far from certain. Jasper and Damian circled each other, their eyes never leaving the other's gaze. They snarled and growled, their teeth bared, as they sized each other up. Suddenly, Jasper lunged forward, his jaws open wide, aiming for Damian's throat. Damian dodged to the side, avoiding the attack by mere inches. Damian counterattacked, his claws swiping at Jasper's face. Jasper reared back, avoiding the blow, but Damian was relentless. He pursued Jasper, his teeth snapping mere inches from Jasper's nose.

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

I replied, listening harder to where the sound of the voice was coming from. "She smells like The Beta of The Ahnalu Rah Tribe, Ethan Cross." Another voice chimed in from a different direction. Raising a brow, I shook My head knowingly, I was going to have to put up a hell of a fight. "We should take her to Buddha." A third voice piped in. Hearing the new voice join, on instinct I started to run back in the direction I came from, with not even knowing who my opponent was... I had not other choice; Either way I was totally out numbered as a half vampire.