Battlegear Chaotic Novels & Stories

I can finally let go of my guilt and past. Lilith smiled knowingly. "A blood bond is special because it bonds you more than a normal connection that you share with your mate. But be careful, Hunt. There's trouble on the rise and I want you to be focused too. The pack needs reassurance now more than ever. I didn't get a vision this time, but something is coming and I'm not sure what it is but is not good. It's as of we're on the precipice of war."

she knew he needed them alive. I saw my Bella smile and nodded at her after she had spoken. Henry asked his men to do a count of the girls and to make sure that they were all there! My face lit up as I saw a couple of our men dressed in Henry’s men’s uniforms pretending to be part of their team. From watching my Bella, I could tell that she was also planning something. Those two girls were by her side again and continued whispering! “WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU THREE?” Henry shouted at them. My Bella responded in a hoarse, almost a whisper, that they were just scared, and she was only comforting them. Damn! My Bella’s voice was gone, too. That Demon was going to pay for all that he did to her

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

Maybe he took his frustration out on my employee! I had to rescue my man. I picked up my bag laden with my protective armor and adequate supplies of biological weapons to eliminate the Flame Hounds. It was impossible to eliminate them otherwise. I called my only friend from the rehabilitation center, Derrick Bennett, who has been with me even after we left the center. He was a rogue now, after losing his fated mate, but had vast experience in all kinds of warfare. “Who do we have to face now, Felixe?” “Come over to my office. We’re invading Alpha Ambrose’s hideout to rescue my GM.”

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

Their movements are jagged, feral, driven by mere fear rather than discipline. In a heartbeat, the battlefield transforms into a storm of chaos. The hunters charge forward, teeth gritted, fists tight, yet their lack of coordination exposes gaps, weaknesses. It’s a dangerous tide for Varyn’s side, but also one that can be turned with strategy, cunning, and raw Alpha ferocity. In the endless clash, the battlefield roars with the ghastly symphony of steel against flesh, claws raking through hides, and the metallic tang of blood spilling from both sides. Every ounce of strength is summoned, every breath a desperate bid to secure even a fleeting moment of peace.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

They stood rigid, unmoving, like they were waiting for a signal to unleash chaos. I glanced at Darius, his black hair falling into his eyes, his jaw tight with confusion. “Is this one of Kasamaan’s tricks?” he muttered, his voice low, his hand brushing mine, our bond pulsing with tension.“Hold!” Darius barked to the warriors, who were bristling, claws out, ready to tear into the fight. Their growls rumbled low, but they obeyed, forming a tight line across the clearing, their eyes locked on the rogues.