Battlegear Chaotic Novels & Stories

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

Argh! Of course, as myself I won't say no. I am Xyna Alegre, I don't back down or back out with any challenges. Especially just this lame kind of challenge. I was meant to fought challenges even from the start. “All right!” I said with a high tone. Yeah this is a very very LAME childish challenge! But the thing is... “But, how to play that...that vending machine (claw machine)?” his forehead creased and looked at me like I am some sort of a weirdo.

“They’re here.” Figures emerged from the shadows—twisted creatures with glowing eyes and jerky movements. They looked like rogues, but wrong, as if someone had twisted their forms into something unnatural. “Hold the line!” I shouted, my voice steady despite the fear clawing at me. The creatures charged, and chaos erupted. --- The battle was a blur of snarls and flashes of silver. I ducked as one of the creatures lunged at me, driving my dagger into its side. It let out a choked growl before collapsing.

For good measure, I twist the blade. “He’s here! I make about twenty guards with him, but it’s Caden,” someone shouts. My head jerks up and I quickly jump off the corpse. *Incoming, enemy witches,* Shane shouts, over mind-link. Suddenly, fireballs start dropping from all over, and I dodge one that nearly hits me. Dante surges through me, but he knows he can’t fight this battle on four legs. I try to focus on where the attacks are coming from, but between the smoke, the fire and the fog coming from the bay nearby it’s almost impossible.

The elders were merciless when it came to bloodlines. Something about him made me pause. “Stand him up “ I ordered my men. One of my warriors helped him to his feet. He swayed, weak. He did not resist. I stepped closer. At first, I only saw an Omega who had caused chaos in my brother’s pack. That was all. A problem. A threat to order. When I stood right in front of him and truly looked into his eyes everything changed. He looked up at me slowly. Our gazes locked.

This was another system protocol written into 2Pac’s program files. Mark brought up his robotic suit’s ammunition blockers, which were two triangular-shaped energy blast proof shields. The two shields activated themselves and they arose out of both of the robotic suit’s arms. Mark tried to block the gunfire coming from two 3D printed handguns that 2Pac pulled out of two mechanized pockets that emerged from his abdomen. The battle began as a gunfight, and so far Mark held his own against 2Pac. He activated his nuclear-powered energy sub-machine gun and fired away at 2Pac.

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Malik The war room at the compound was full and grim when I walked in, and it was the fullness of it that told me how far the word had already traveled, every soldier I trusted, every hand that had ever meant it, pulled off whatever they'd been doing and standing at the map because the King's woman was in the wind and the King had gone very, very quiet. Darius was there, jacket off, gun already in his waistband, the easy grin nowhere on the earth, replaced by the other face, the one my brother wore maybe twice a decade, the one that had made grown men in this city forget how to breathe. Naomi behind three laptops, hair scraped back, tracing plate hits across a glowing city map in threads of

The battle was fierce, the odds were daunting, but we wouldn't yield. The battle was far from over, and the struggle had only just begun. The shield held, protecting us against the barrage, and the mist continued to shroud us. We were warriors in the midst of chaos, united by purpose, and resolved to face whatever came our way. The earth quakes as a barrage of arrows descends from the sky. The ground fractures, and the land surrounding Camp Meridio shatters as massive rocks and chunks of earth are launched into the air. Among the chaos, a colossal metal structure takes form, resembling a makeshift shield. It's a formidable defense against the onslaught of incoming arrows, its surface pockmar