Clash Graphic Novels & Stories

Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold. Chaos erupted. The two sides collided like crashing waves. Gunfire, shouts, and the sounds of fists meeting flesh filled the night as both sides clashed. Dead bodies began to pile up on the cold ground, staining the earth red. Lucifer moved through the battlefield like a demon, unstoppable and fierce, every swing and every shot filled with purpose. It was as if all the pain and suffering he had endured had come together in this single, deadly moment.

“The night Nate died, I had a meeting with Buzzer. He wanted to talk about problems he was having with the Reapers. They attacked the strip club, which you know, and eleven people died. Nate was one of them. The others were Reapers.” “Are you with those bikers? The ones that took over the club?” Klara asked him. “We’re friends, but I’m not a member of their club,” Jake said. “I’m not officially affiliated with any MC.” “They call you Wrath,” she said. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Klara, but I need to tell you something else first,” Jake said. “Okay.”

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

That's so sad. And also, when I opened the photos that Clarisa sent, I was quite surprised—how can there be handsome-looking men like them? I will be very unlucky if I refuse to meet them. After arriving at the cafe, I entered and looked around. A guy wearing red hoodies? Well, red is too bold a choice. It's a color that would make anyone's eyes hurt from its glare. Whatever. I found one! A guy wearing a red hoodie is sitting casually and playing a game on his cell phone.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

Not now. The clash was inevitable. And the first strike would set the tone for what was to come. In the shadow of the rival pack’s stronghold, Lyandra lifted her hands, weaving intricate sigils of power, summoning shadows and creatures, bending them to her command. Wolves howled in the distance, and twisted forms of Hollowborn stalked the edges of the forest, their eyes gleaming with unnatural light. Axel growled beside Raven, ready to leap into the fray. “We can’t wait for them to come to us,” he said. “We strike first.”

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

, He had felt that shiver since he was so close to her. "Yeah, tots", she lied easily as she gulped down the unwanted lump that was forming in her throat. Soon, he turned to face the television and they chose their anime characters in the game. Kaylee chose a girl with wine-colored hair and Kavinsky chose his normal black-colored hair character. They started fighting in the game and after not even a minute, Kavinsky's character killed Kaylee own. Kaylee glared at him and started the game back herself. They fought again and Kavinsky won. He laughed hysterically and when he saw Kaylee's face, he held back his laughter. He cleared his throat and asked her.