Beast Wars Shockwave Novels & Stories

"Swoosh!" The young man suddenly opened his arms. Like a huge bird, he flew forward... In another direction, A young man holding a dagger violently tore a huge fifth-level beast. This beast was extremely burly and had a strange and cold dark fluctuation around it. It turned out to be a fifth-level beast, the Hell Ghost Beast. It was very difficult to deal with it. However, the young man waved the dagger expressionlessly. At this moment, the seemingly ordinary dagger's god ray was not inferior to any divine weapon.

Beast tries swinging again, but June catches the opening instantly and drives her knee into his stomach so hard that his entire body folds slightly forward. The crowd is screaming now. I barely hear any of it. Because I cannot stop watching her. She is terrifying. Beautiful. Mine. Mine. Mine. My wolf practically roars inside me. Beast screams angrily and lunges one final time. June sidesteps him completely. Then she turns and lands one devastating punch directly against his temple with enough force that the crack echoes through the entire ring. Silence hits for half a second. Beast collapses. Completely unconscious before he even hits the mat.

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

Crash! A terrifying tremor shattered everything, leaving everyone in shock. No one had anticipated such a violent disturbance, and for Adrian and Tyron, it was almost unbelievable. The two supreme ancient beasts clashed fiercely, seemingly with no regard for their own lives. Boom! Another deafening collision erupted as the massive Violet Rain Bird slammed into the Ivy Electro Serpent. The sheer force of the Violet Rain Bird relentlessly pressured the Ivy Electro Serpent, causing it great discomfort.

I howled with shock, my steps faltering a little as I watched the bony stumps of its rubber legs slap and twist into the earth as it ran beside me, its neck craned at an impossible angle to look down on me as a trail of slimy drool leaked from the sides of its slackened jaws. “Shit! Fall back!” Kalden boomed and I instantly dove barreled to a stop as the speeding duo blurred in my vision, only spotting Kalden growling and baring his teeth at the creature when I caught up so that the glowing orbs of its orange eyes snapped from where it had been looking back at me, over to the giant werewolf that tackled the creature from beside me.

I hold out my arm. She injects me. The drug hits my system like lightning. My heart races. The pain recedes, pushed back by chemical courage. I feel strong. Invincible. I know it's a lie. Know that I'm burning through the last of my life force. But I don't care. Marco appears with fifteen men, all armed to the teeth. Rifles, handguns, grenades. Ready for war. "Boss, vehicles are ready. We have three routes to the compound. I recommend..."

And then the trap sprung. A low hum filled the chamber, rising rapidly in pitch until it became a piercing, high-frequency shriek. It was a sound designed not for the ears, but for the soul. The [Wailer's Beacon], a Night Market artifact, activated. To a human, it would be a mild headache. To a werewolf, it was psychic agony. It was a drill boring directly into their instincts, flooding their minds with terror, rage, and paranoia.

The Battle Begins The Shadow Beast didn't just arrive. It smashed through our outer defenses like they were made of paper. I heard the screams first. Then the crashing. Then I saw it. "Oh my god." It was massive—easily twenty feet tall, made of writhing shadows that seemed to eat the light around them. Red eyes like burning coals. Claws that left tears in the air itself when it moved. And it was heading straight for me. "“EVERYONE FALL BACK!” Damon shouted. "GET TO SECONDARY POSITIONS NOW!"

The concussive force of the strike was catastrophic. A blinding shockwave of violet light and freezing static electricity exploded outward, throwing dozens of fully armored obsidian enforcers off their feet. The ground beneath them violently buckled, the stone splitting open into deep, smoking fissures that swallowed the fallen weapons and shattered shields. Alpha Silas’s massive obsidian beast let out a terrified, high-pitched shriek, its primitive instincts overriding its training as it turned and bolted blindly through its own ranks, trampling two captains into the dirt.

​The giant crimson beast snapped its jaws open, unleashing a silent, spiritual howl that didn't travel through the air, but struck directly into the souls of every living being within the vicinity. ​Boom! ​An apocalyptic shockwave of blood-red energy exploded from my body and the phantom wolf simultaneously. The sheer force of the detonation created a vacuum of pressurized air that completely shattered the physics of the room. ​The three shadow beasts in front of me didn't even have the chance to shriek. The moment the crimson wave swept over them, their forms instantly vaporized, disintegrating into absolute nothingness within a millisecond. ​But the explosion didn't stop there.