Blazblue Cross Battle Novels & Stories

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

His hands and legs trembled as he fought the urge to fly across the track and make him pay hard. The train inched forward as another loud blare sounded in the distance, this time, much closer. Both men stood their ground, heaving, unflinching, and unwilling to back off, their eyes spitting fire. The train from the other end slapped past, forcing them to abandon their feud. Dev broke the connection and backed up into the compartment with a head that felt like it was about to explode. ***

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

With this look, one would think he was a warrior, but unexpectedly, this character was holding a glistening green healer's wand. Seeing this, Isabelle chuckled. This character was Jakeston, a new character recently introduced in the game. 30%. 50%. 89%. 100%. She cancelled the four pop-up banners and then went into the battle area after claiming some daily rewards. The battle area had different sections: [Training] [Solo] [2V5] [5V5] Isabelle didn't choose any of these sections. Instead, she went for the last one. 10v10: Ultimate Battle Royale.

"Fiancee? Who the hell do you think you are to call Lorelei your fiancee, Kenneth? She is mine! "You motherless scum! You think you're good enough to fight with me? Get lost and leave the Shadowhowl pack!" Marcus completely lost it. He swung his fist at Kenneth, only to be blocked by Kenneth's own punch. They turned into wolves and started fighting in front of everyone! My father and Richard pulled them apart. I looked at the bruises on Kenneth's face before frowning at Marcus, who was held back by the guards.

My little warrior. Tonight we travel to Bastian's realm for cards. I've missed Ashrac and know his parents keep him away to give me time with my bride. The little red hellion has burrowed into my heart. Unlike a bride, he will live forever. I will never suffer the pain of losing him. I've given my bride a new set of leathers to wear tonight. They are a little less revealing with an added gauzy material that splits on the sides and enables her to fight if needed. She's in her bathing chamber changing while I impatiently wait.

“At any time, a higher rank can challenge a lower rank to a blood match. If you win, my food badges are yours for a month. If I win, I get to carve my family name on your face with this blade.” “I don’t want to fight,” I said, scrambling back on my hands and knees until I hit the bottom of the grand stone staircase. Kaelen raised his hand, and a hot, bright ball of orange fire bloomed in his palm. The heat washed over my face, drying the sweat on my skin. “Let me see your weak little spark, Cross.” He thrust his hand forward. A line of fire shot straight at my head.

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

Simultaneously, Mizu and her opponent walks in the center of the stage with a distance of 2 meters away from each other and are in high guard, soon the host announced, " Between player 11659 and player 11996, the game of life and death now begins!" Just the second after the host declared, the girl immediately vanished and like a gust of wind that passed Mizu, she didn't notice her coming, just when she felt a blade grazes her face and followed by a sting. Blood instantly flew on the new wound. Mizu wipes it and turned back, facing her opponent who was already linking the blade with her own blood. Mizu caught off guard from her inhuman speed.

Seven feet of muscle and fury, claws like daggers, jaws that could crush stone. The Crown Prince of Virelion in all his terrible glory. The first wave of attackers faltered. The second wave died. Kael tore through them like parchment. A slaver with a club got too close—Kael caught his arm mid-swing and *twisted*, ripping the limb from its socket in a spray of blood. The man's scream was cut short when Kael's jaws closed around his throat and tore it out. A crossbow bolt whistled past his ear. He spun, tracked the shooter, and was on the man in three bounds. His claws opened the shooter from shoulder to hip, spilling his insides across the floor in a steaming pile.