Battlefield 1 Background Novels & Stories

Now, it doesn’t bother him as much because his character has become OP after all the grinding he did when he was still stuck in Dungeon Raydens. “OK, let me set up the match,” he types and the laptop screen fills with the preview of a beautiful, lush forest. The ominous word "Battlefield" blares above while a button that says "Enter" waits below. It would boggle Mrs. Lapuz’s mind to know that her ally player, Ecto, is just several feet behind her, inside the robo-puppy that’s sitting on the charging station like a hen hatching eggs. As though automatically, from Mrs. Lapuz’s perspective, the Enter button is clicked and the screen switches to what looks like a list of teams with their various

The wind bit at my face as we rode, the sound of hooves pounding against the earth filling the silence as the remaining Gammas followed behind. The world around us was eerily quiet, as if the earth itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the bloodshed to come. The forest thinned, and the open field stretched out before us—a barren, forsaken land where the final battle would take place. The Bloodveil Field. Its name was more than fitting. Many had died here before, and many more would today. As we rode, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to the air. Every sense was on high alert, every nerve buzzing with the knowledge that something was coming. And then it happened.

"It's pointless to keep arguing here with him. Since he's looking down on us, we'll use our skills to teach him a lesson!" The fog battlefield was on the eastern side of the city. The massive plaza it was on looked incredibly luxurious. Compared to the other areas where challenges were, it had lesser people. However, every warrior who came to the plaza had a murderous aura around them. They looked like generals who had gone through a lot of war or assassins who had gone through life and death. Every one of them looked like they were about to kill someone the next moment. The fog battlefield needed 20 challengers to start. Every one of them would receive a skeleton badge. After entering the f

I thought to myself with confidence and a smile curved on my face. "Alright then let's commence." I texted him a reply. The countdown began indicating the commencement of the game. 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! And the screen changed to another background showing the city square. I was kinda surprised when I saw it. This is the city square, I wasn't expecting it to look like this. How come the city square footage is the game background? How did he do it? My curiosity grows as the green light shows.

I go mad, pressing down on the triggers on both the guns in my hands until my index fingers are close to falling off. Minutes pass but the crossfire looks unending. People drop down dead, and yet, nobody appears to be giving up. "The blue van, Mirabella! Mariana is in the blue van!" Ares grunts into the comm. For the first time since this unending war began, I begin fighting viscously—with purpose. Like an unspoken rule, the entire battlefield goes silent the moment the van slowly makes its way into the middle of the landscape. All that can be heard are hushed whispers and light footsteps against the ground—everything becomes silent, but even the silence is twice as loud as the initial chaos

“Don’t get cocky. This is far from over.” The scent of the battlefield is overwhelming—the copper tang of blood mixing with the earthy smell of the field. It’s a scent that’s become all too familiar, a reminder of the cost of this war. “Behind you!” I hear Blight shout, and I turn just in time to see another shifter lunging for me.

The parley was arranged under a flag of truce, white and gleaming against the blood-soaked ground. Elara walked alone onto the battlefield, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat, but her steps steady and sure. The ground was muddy beneath her feet, churned by thousands of boots and paws. Behind her, the allied forces watched in tense silence, thousands of eyes following her every move. Before her, the Dark Pack's army parted like a curtain, revealing their leader.

His name broke from my throat over and over, raw and broken. Then the fire faded and with it, the world. I barely had time to breathe before the mirror forced me into yet another scene. Now we were on a battlefield. The sky was torn with lightning, the earth slick with blood and mud. Shouts and howls filled the air. I could see Jeffrey, covered in dirt and blood, sword clutched tightly in his hands. His pack was fighting beside him, men falling one after another. “Fall back!” Kael’s voice roared through the chaos.

he whispered, his voice thick with tension. The sheets beneath me were pure white silk, and I felt sick knowing I was ruining them with my blood. My face felt like it was on fire. A throbbing, white-hot pain pulsed from my cheekbone all the way down to my jaw, making my eyes water. But I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists. I had to hold the pain in. I couldn't let it show. I was just a maid, and showing weakness in front of the Alpha felt dangerous, even if he was being kind right now.

The battlefield stretched before them, a vast plain that had once been green and lush but was now darkened by the shadow of the approaching darkness. The sky was a churning mass of black and grey, the sun completely blotted out. The air was cold and heavy, pressing down on the lungs of every warrior who stood ready to fight.