Battle B-daman Series Novels & Stories

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.

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.