Battlegear Chaotic Novels & Stories

And just like Madam Kim said , will he be able to bring himself to support her ? ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ "Chelsea are you okay ?" Madam Kim brought her back to the Guardian Knights training hall, without a hitch during their journey neither of them spoke about Lovers and dreams . After bringing her back , Madam Kim showed her how to trigger her battle armour - the dress madam Kim gave her came with a leather belt with a small oceanic blue , jewel lodged in the centre of the the belt. If Chelsea wanted to turn the battle armour on and off ,all she needed to do was to pour a bit of mana in the jewel and the magical armour will appear and disappear.

The ground itself had become a slick, treacherous battlefield, churned into mud and gore beneath the relentless battle. It was chaos—beautiful, deadly chaos. I scanned the battlefield swiftly, my senses sharpening with every heartbeat. To the far right, Garrick fought like a demon, tearing into a rogue’s throat, his muzzle drenched in crimson. To the left, Hood faced three rogues at once, his eyes burning with a crazed gleam, his teeth bared in a snarl of pure fury. Before I could move to aid them, two rogue wolves broke off from the pack and charged at me with reckless abandon.

Metal whined and clanked as the Gearbanes were rive with activity. Swinging, firing and shattering any of the Fangsworn they encountered. Ragehog’s grappling hook was a devastating melee weapon up close, folded into a spike it served as a gigantic stake. While Thornrat carried a long pick axe, which by now was stained with blood and wood from the enemy dead. The Gearbanes were called such, due to the noise their gears would produce while in battle. As if their internal contraptions were close to giving way from the strain of their power.

As he runs out of bullets, he throws his gun somewhere and immediately takes his sword out. This is the Chaos everybody is afraid of, the Chaos that everyone knows that can kill mercilessly. Every man that will point a gun at him he kills them, it’s either he will cut their hand, arm or even slash them that will make them shower in their own Blood. Chaos is full of blood, but amazingly it’s not his. A man from behind tried to stab Chaos with a knife but he did make it as he got shot by a gun, it’s Hell. “how dare you go into a war without one of us?” Hell said.

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.

Sethlzaar pressed his eyes shut. “Oh.” He heard the surprise in Thane’s voice. “And why do you think so, Cenam?” A pause. There was no reply. “Ok then…” Thane shrugged. “What of you?” His attention moved. “Taeval?” “Because he fights like a blessed.” The voice was Vagris’. “Always has.” “Oh, I see.” Thane’s hold softened. “And how does a blessed fight, Taeval?” “Quick. Sharp. Witty. Like a blessed.”

Garrick, not the traitor to his people or the coward hiding in plain sight. The reflection seemed to shift slightly, or perhaps it was his mind playing tricks on him. In his vision, Garrick stood there….battered, bloodied, unbent. His jaw clenched. His shoulders squared. A warrior born not just to fight, but to conquer. And then another voice returned….Draven’s again, curling like venom in his ears. "The Garrick I know would bring down anyone who dares to challenge him." James's nostrils flared. A fire sparked in his chest. Enough of doubt. Enough of feeling torn.

Creatures filled the valley. Ware-wolves so massive and terrifying, their bodies larger than any she had ever seen, their movements fast and brutal. Their eyes burned with rage, glowing in the darkness as they lunged, tore, and fought each other with a savagery that shook the ground beneath them. Their howls rose into the storm, blending with the thunder, creating a sound so powerful it seemed to tear through the air itself.