Brawl Stars Vore Novels & Stories

“Left!” I barely had time to process his warning before I felt the rush of air to my side. Instinctively, I swung around, my hand connecting with the jaw of a burly man who had been aiming for my throat. The force of my blow surprised me; he crumpled to the ground, unconscious. “I told you,” Nathan grinned, slashing at another opponent, “it’s never dull with you.” I smirked. “Let’s get to the villa. The kids need us.”

Ramon agreed, wrapping his arm around his mate’s waist. The Mate Bond Brawl was over. The shadows had been vanquished. And in their place, a legacy was born. The legacy of the Lunar Ailura and the Vampire Lord. A new era had begun.

"I need to take a piss guys." Zeno announced, walking out of the sparring room. They had heard him, but didn't let it disrupt their primal flow. She faked a lunge to the left, sweeping her leg low, in a bid to knock his feet out from under, and destabilize him. He staggered backwards, catching himself before her kick could land cleanly. His grin widened, sharp and feral. "You're distracted already." Vaelora said, closely watching his every move. "Distracted?" He chuckled. "No, little witch. Focus."

Vaelor catches him before he crosses three steps. The dire wolf doesn’t bother shifting. He simply moves like a man who has been trained to dismantle threats with his bare hands. His grip clamps around the attacker’s forearm, twists, and there’s a wet crack. The knife drops. Vaelor drives his elbow into the man’s throat and the attacker collapses like a puppet with cut strings. Soryn appears behind the fallen body like he was always there. He steps over it without looking down. “Two more,” he murmurs.

The Zombie BOSS roared and pointed his camera at the swarm of Twitchers. Mmmph… rivals… they… are content thieves! The swarm of Twitchers, previously focused on Bima and Lia, now reacted to the Vlogger BOSS's roar. They hissed, their red eyes narrowing at the Vlogger BOSS, as if viewing him as a threat to their "food." [Skill 'Meme Creator' (Level 1) ACTIVATED!] [Meme: 'Tunnel Content Duel: Rotten Vlogger vs Twitcher Mukbang'] [Effect: Vlogger BOSS threat -20%! Aggression toward Twitchers +30%! Twitchers' aggression toward Vlogger BOSS +25%!]

Before Fiora could say another word, a horrifying roar thundered closer. GRRRKHHH!! One of the monsters lunged at them, its massive claws raised high as it charged with terrifying speed. Fiora screamed. But Vael neither stepped back... nor attempted to dodge. Instead, his heterochromatic eyes sharpened. Then, a second later... A faint, dark smile slowly curved across his lips. ***

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!" Commander Vane didn't hesitate. He surged forward in a blur of black steel and crimson lightning, his anti-solar blade descending in a lethal, executioner's strike aimed directly at Caelum’s neck!