Beast Wars Shockwave Novels & Stories

He focused on his wolf and felt his spine being restructured in an instant. When he opened his eyes again, another ripple of penetrating light struck him, though it didn’t knock him off his feet like earlier. His eyes grew wide and glossy, feeling his knees tremble underneath the weight of shock. The view in front of him left him speechless. Dhara…Dhara was glowing?

Just dunes and fire and death. “Maybe it lied again!” I shouted bitterly, backing away as the ground shook beneath their charge. The first beast leapt. I crossed my arms again—another surge of force burst outward, slamming it backward and scattering the ones near it. The shockwave kicked up a storm of sand. “Okay,” I panted. “That’ worked.” But I could already feel it—the drain. My limbs felt heavy again, the energy fading like a dying battery. I tried crossing my arms again. Nothing. Tried again—still nothing.

It was ancient, primal, a vibration that spoke of deep earth and forgotten monsters. The sound rippled outward, a shockwave of pure power that made the stones of the pack house tremble. Every wolf in the territory would feel it in their bones—he had claimed his prize. Zora’s legs gave out. She didn’t fall, but her whole body shook like a leaf in a hurricane. He began to circle her—slow, deliberate—a predator studying his catch. Heat rolled off him in waves, a burning forge against the cold racing down her spine. The air grew heavy, charged with a terrifying electric energy.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP “How dare you?! I will have you tarred and feathered and hung in the square to be picked by the vultures--” BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEP “My wolf will tear your body apart limb from limb and eat you for breakfast you dead freak--” A crash breaks me out of my ego trip as the doctor shouts. A roar unlike anything I’ve ever heard rips through the room, literally shaking everything not tied down.

The Beast clawed at my chest, shredding my starmetal shirt. "Burn!" I screamed. I unleashed a pulse of solar flare directly into its mouth. FWOOM. The fire went down its throat. The Beast didn't die. It swallowed. It drank the fire. Its stomach glowed orange for a second, then faded back to gray. It licked its lips. "MORE," a voice hissed from inside the beast. Not the Beast's voice. The voice of the Skeleton in the deep. The Beast clamped its jaws shut. My hands were inside.

The temperature in the room plummeted as Baraka drew every ounce of ambient kinetic energy into his own core, creating a localized vacuum of pure, absolute rage. The third attacker, the shadow-shifting boy, realized the battle was over. Terrified by the execution of his teammate and the terrifying, glowing god standing before him, the boy dissolved entirely into a cloud of black smoke, attempting to flee through the cracks in the ceiling. "You don't get to run!" Baraka’s voice wasn't human. It was the sound of grinding tectonic plates. Baraka slammed both fists into the ground. He didn't cause an earthquake. He unleashed a kinetic shockwave that targeted the air pressure itself. The wave exp

heartbeat. The shockwave hit the cliffs with the force of a "Mechanical" hammer. The stone groaned, and a "System-Collapse" of spray and steam roared upward, drenching the village in "Unindexed" salt and heat. "The sub!" Aria screamed over the roar, her "Possessive" love for her family overriding the terror of the wave. "Damian, tell me the buoy still has their frequency!" The Silence of the "Sovereign"

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.