Blast Down Distracted Enemies Novels & Stories

Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster. Inside the hospital room, the protective barrier had vanished. The storm outside swept in, carrying debris and scorching heat from the lava, and blew Dean’s hair into a mess. He was still holding my hand tightly, but his body was becoming increasingly transparent, as if he could vanish at any moment. System: [Vitality sacrifice still in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 100%. Soul disintegration countdown initiated!] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…]

Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The blast left an indelible trace, and the dry and fragile scales that were burned up by the blast began to fall off its limbs one by one. The vurhan charged for another blast with a barbequed hand. Slejj leapt in front of the girls and Daito, throwing his hands in the air, conjuring up yet another distortion in their path. It spewed specks into the air, forming a massive barrier. Daito had a hard time opening his eyes. Blood clots beneath his eyelids made it painful, and his eyelids rolled up, snapping and dropping the dried blood to the ground. Uncontrollable dizzines

However, Danial, ever nimble, responded with a graceful backflip, landing on the rooftop with a defensive stance. As the two opponents faced each other once again, Danial glanced at his hands, noticing a faint sign of decay. However, the effect was temporary and quickly healed. Danial knew that prolonged contact would only hasten the spread of decay, adding urgency to his need to end the fight swiftly. Thinking swiftly, Danial invoked the "Water Flowing" Technique harnessing its fluidity to enhance his movements. With a surge of speed, he appeared behind Victor in the blink of an eye, launching a powerful kick aimed at his opponent's back.

Although the entire group was just out of the boundary bathed in light, the floodlights were blinding enough to successfully distract another three, leaving only one for Angie to deal with. Elias kept his eyes peeled. He did not dare to blink even once. He readied anything he could use as a distraction, making sure that Angie only had to deal with two Infected at once. He turned the floodlights on and off. He shot flare guns. He threw flash bombs and anything else he could get his hands on. He shouted and taunted them.

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

The blast knocked the leg out enough to relieve pressure off Ellie, and she fell down onto the ground. Ellie rolled clear and came up on one knee, the Blade of Bellerophon rising on instinct. The Direwolf backed off two steps as it staggered with one wounded leg. This was not a retreat. He thought of the next attempt at attack. “Looks like we have the upper hand, Draxus!” Scott said. “Not the upper hand, boy.” “Let’s finish this!” Ellie said, feeling pissed.

As she was about to run and find another route, she hears a powerful crash and the Draco roar triumphantly. ____________________________________________________________________________ David felt a surge of energy fill his body. His vision quickly corrects itself and the pain from his body momentarily disappears. The goros adrenaline temporarily removes all of his fatigue. The ulatron refocuses his mind, improving his cognition and reaction time. Looking at the Draco, David steels himself. Standing upright, David spits on the ground. He stabs the spear on the ground as he glares at the Draco. Looking directly at the Draco’s eyes, he cracks his neck and pops his knuckles.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

It was like a small theatre room. "Beau this is going to sting a little but I need you to stay calm." He told him opening a bottle from the kit. "How bad is it?" Colin asked restless. "She did not hit a bone so that's good. But she did cut through some blood vessels. Robyn! I need you to distract h in anyway possible, he should be calm so I can stitch him up." Robyn wiped her tears,pulled a stool and kissed him hard and deep as he sat own on it. It was the one thing she could think about real quick. She knew if she said something he would notice that she was crying and get anxious some more.

He was Blaze Harper, and he would do anything to save their Clique. As he started to recollect his memories of Blaze Harper's father, he had unleashed a maximum powered blast, that made the huge man in front of him shrieking in pain and agony. He cannot move, nor his opponent after that. With that, he finished the man in front of him, until a small sphere rolled towards his feet. It looked like a pulse bomb that was black in color. He instantly know what it was without even seeing it from anywhere —Neo Belleza. He kneeled on the ground out of exhaustion. He felt the wind blowing his body as he closed his eyes.