Clash Graphic Novels & Stories

Age was only a number, and I fought hard against it. The food had shown up less than thirty minutes before the wrath of Collier, or Brutus. I'd been rather quiet all afternoon, but the rest of the group was in full mingle mode when the beast erupted. I saw him come through the patio doors and could tell by the look on his face he was pissed.

It was a calculated insult, specifically designed to wound his Alpha pride and create the opening I desperately needed to escape. His hand closed around my wrist like an iron shackle before I could take two steps. "We are not done talking, Seraphine." The moment his bare skin touched mine, the entire world exploded around us. Lightning raced up my arm, setting absolutely every nerve ending on fire. The mate bond slammed into place with the devastating force of a freight train, stealing my breath completely and short-circuiting my brain. My wolf, who had been dormant and quiet for hours, suddenly howled inside my mind with recognition and desperate, overwhelming want.

CLASH. The sound of Origin-Code striking void-matter was a deafening screech of conflicting physics. The knife didn't penetrate. Dax was thrown backward, skidding across the polished floor. I saw him wince the blue aura around his knife had dimmed, and a full inch of the steel tip had been deleted.

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

He gives me a nod and goes back to hopping from foot to foot. I look back just in time to see Clash throw a vicious right uppercut. Katsh’s eyes roll back in his head as he falls to the floor like a lead brick. Dina comes out and waves her hand over his face, then taps him on the cheek with no response. She stands up and waves her arms in the air showing a KO and announces Clash the winner. Marco’s face lights up like a firework when he holds his arm up. In very Marco fashion, he helps drag Katsh out of the ring, allowing the last fight to begin.

I hate Michelle Grande! My fists are clenched, teeth gritted, anger in my head. Okay Arietta, don't so something stupid, think about something that will calm your nerves. Think about Mitchell Grande being ran over by a truck. No a train is better, think about that and also picture yourself there to witness his tremendous death! I breath in and smiled at the beautiful and nerve calming image in my head.

She followed the Lamarians as they walked along the cobble path. Looming ahead Jon stood tall, the king of Rika held his head high, looking down at his enemy. By his side stood Alexa and Daniel, his two right hand men or well man and woman. Alexa was the quieter one of the trio, being calculated and cold, she was someone to watch out for. Daniel was more brash and impatient, he was a danger to most people around him when he lost his temper. Three nations on the verge of war are about to fight for their existence, but for now there would be no blood-shed, for now they would negotiate. Rowan always admired the will and determination of Caleb, however his carelessness was a strong part of play

Aiden said. That's all it took me to lose my shit. These assholes are asking for destruction, then be prepared to face it The first clash was brutal. Silver Claw didn’t hold back. Gabriel shifted mid-strike, his Alpha power slamming into our front line like a living wall. Ethan came from the left, ice-cold precision in every move. Aiden’s strikes were lethal and controlled, Delilah’s magic crackling behind him. Mark and Nathan fought like shadows—fast, coordinated, ruthless.