Brawl Stars Vore Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

It wasn't what they agreed on. Vadim looked over his shoulder, and his gaze caught Silas, he tilted his head and Silas stepped toward him. Vadim whistled and Aiden looked at the entrance. Seconds later, twenty vampires armed with blades, axes, and daggers stormed in. “Not again!” Aiden complained.

There was no turning back now. With the kind of potential Aria had just revealed, she would certainly hunt them down without mercy if they let her leave this place. "Fine. Let's do this!" Vaelor's roar shook the air as blinding light exploded from his body. Decator energy churned wildly inside him. The massive axe in his hands swelled to several times its original size, radiating a terrifying pressure that pressed down on everything around it. "Worldbreaker!" Raimor stopped holding back. He flung his longsword into the air, and his hands flew through a rapid sequence of seals. "Edge of Eternity!"

I couldn't falter now – not with Dorian waiting. "Veyra, cover the right!" I yelled, drawing another arrow. A rogue slipped past Draven's guard, veering toward her. She swung her sword in a wide arc, but the beast twisted mid air, curse-enhanced reflexes carrying it over her blade. "Damn it!" Veyra snarled, pivoting to face it. But suddenly, she froze. Her eyes widened as the rogue's claws raked the air inches from her face.

With no target, the Vortex slammed right into a few rogues engaged in a fight with a wolf, and they were all gone. Not even a wisp of blood, not even a drop, no scream, just gone, disappeared. Another vortex opened and spat out the bodies, they were crushed, intestines and organs spilled and mashed, weirdly enough there was no drop of blood. Like it had somehow separated the blood and body parts. Cold air washed over Ava and Aella at the fate they had barely managed to escape, “Fuck, what was that.” “A skill the watch can only use once. Good thing she already wasted it.” Aragon said gravely.

After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

"I’ll take the left. Sora, clear the path. Elior, keep the traitor in the center." The Dregs attacked in a chaotic swarm. Vardan met them with a roar, his strength tearing through their brittle bones like they were dry twigs. He was a whirlwind of black violence, throwing bodies into the rusted containers with bone-breaking force. Sora moved with a different kind of lethality. He didn't use brute strength. He moved through the swarm like a ghost, his silver claws precise and surgical. He targeted the base of their skulls, severing the brain stem with a single, high-frequency flick of his wrist. Each strike was silent. Each death was instantaneous.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

Her mates followed close, hunger radiating from them. Draven pressed her against a pillar of living light, his thick cock sliding between her thighs, coating himself in her slick. Lorien knelt before her, spreading her folds and licking deep with expert strokes. Sable slipped behind, pushing two fingers into Vespera’s ass while biting her neck. The Veil responded to their need. We four manifested fully, our presence intensifying the air.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.