Battlefield Bloom Novels & Stories

** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns. Lira limps behind us, her beauty ruined. "Fools. This is its *sanctum*." The doors open. Inside, the Bloom's true form waits-a fetus of light and thorn, suspended in amniotic static. ***YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE***, it whispers. Ravel aims her crossbow. "Yeah? Neither should you." --- **The Last Bloom** The fight is a blur. Lira turns on the Bloom, her scales becoming blades. Ravel's bolts shatter its cradle. I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone.

With this allocation, Philip took the back position. He was here to cover the rear. Seeing this scene, Cougar looked at the screen with narrowed eyes. In this virtual battlefield, every battle was randomly generated, and the difficulty of the opponent was the same. Not far away, a huge exotic beast suddenly appeared in front of them. “Whoa, no way. They actually got the strongest battlefield to kill exotic beasts. This is the most difficult virtual battlefield!” While listening, Cougar kept his eyes glued to the screen. In the virtual battlefield, Philip told Iris, “Bind it!”

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

Rojean, now, felt the panic overwhelm her. “That’s why you got promoted, baby, you do your job well. You’ll do great now. Come on.” Once they found a parking spot, Lucas still helped Rojean with her things but was distracted enough by the buildings ahead. He swore he felt the buildings were going to fall on them, they were basically skyscrapers to put it in a simpler description.

The reflection set in. The soldiers carried it on a walk. Horses emerged out of Valdrakon throu different gates. The woods was heavy with foot steps. Something looked different. Surely Austin has passed here. Memories came back, I was struggling, dying right here. Now I am returning with my army of soldiers to save the most ruthless alpha. If he had died before I got there. The pains would strip me to the bones. A great war is about to begin. I will not sit like a luna and watch my alpha due ruthlessly in the hands of the same enemies that killed his parents.

“You still don’t get it. I was never going to win the war. I was going to end the game.” He pointed to the server behind him. “One button, Dino. All your work — the future you dream of — goes up in flames. Every ally you made. Every nation that helped you.” “You think they’ll fall for your bluff?” Alejandro’s finger hovered over the keyboard. “I don’t bluff.” Silence. Then Dino said softly, “Neither do I.” He reached behind him and threw a small disk forward. It clanged once — then exploded in a burst of electric light.

Wherever it touched, the color drained from the world. Stone turned gray, grass wilted, and even the banners lost their red. James stood beside me, his voice rough. “It crossed the river,” he said. “The eastern outposts are gone.” “Gone?” I asked. He hesitated. “No bodies. Just silence. And smoke.” I stared down into the valley. The fog pulsed, glowing faintly as if it breathed. It was moving toward the fortress in waves, like a tide guided by intent. Ace stirred inside me, restless.