Clash Of Worlds Novels & Stories

Clyde lunges from the dais, his bronze fists clenching as his inner beast pushes him to the absolute brink of a feral challenge—a fight to the death that would instantly shatter the flag of truce and launch a multi-front war before our vanguard can even prepare. No! my wolf screams within my soul, her silver-and-violet energy bursting to the surface. I leap from my throne, my bare feet hitting the obsidian floor with an explosive, kinetic snap. I throw my body directly between the two Alphas, my hands slamming against Clyde’s massive, rock-hard chest just as his shadow prepares to crush Malakai into the stone. The sheer friction between my Southern Fire and his Northern Shadow sends a blindi

With a snort she coldly declared, "Panther: Straight Jab" *Boom* Another thunderous roar was heard as the two fists clashed once again. Just like before their clash affected everything around them. Their auras alone were enough to bring any world to its knees, and their show of power caused Zandor's World Will much pain. At this rate the world would be destroyed after another hundred or so clashes. "Activate Battleground Defenses: Battlefield Mode" the cold tone of the World Will announced itself for the first time. It sounded exhausted and out of sorts, and seemed to have made this decision after careful consideration.

He had become the un-meltable foundation of our new world. I turned my back on the burning command pavilion, my blistered hand locking around my daughter as I looked up at the thousands of inland rebels who were already sliding down the cliffs with their bayonets drawn. The global house had tried to force a choice. We had chosen system-wide war. And with only five chapters left before the final reset, the unlisted pack was officially moving onto the offensive.

This world is so cruel. ***

He answered me and was still frowning. I gasped. I remember the last name. That's the top two richest people/families in the world. They are living in their own country which is owned by Moretti himself. They own a country! This is part of Asia that is not too open to the world because this is owned by the Moretti's. Even the world government cannot touch this country without permission. The country is called Imperial State. This is divided into eleven regions with a city in each region. This is a very rich country and one of the first-world countries. Their technology is advanced and will rival America and China. The citizens in Imperial State are mixed of Western and Asian.

One of the events that Fighter and Hunter alike look forward to in Forsaken Fortress is the Resource War. The difference with the World Boss event was significant. When the World Boss event takes place, all the Hunters and Fighters work together and do not attack each other. In the Resource War, on the other hand, it's a war between Orders. All the Fighters gather in the center of the safe area and wait for the door to the safe area to open. When the doors are opened, the real war will begin.

The three of them went to all sorts of shops that are selling different kinds of food that is all new to Zed and after that they sat beside the hillside while eating crepe. “No matter how many times I think about it, I still can’t believe that you are able to react to a situation like that. Here in Arcadia, we rarely get situations like that where the peace of the kingdom is threatened so we are not used to that situation nor the reaction that we must have in the same situation.” Cladius said after almost finishing his crepe. “I know right. It was all over in such a short time as well.” Kate added as Zed felt a bit embarrassed hearing what they just said and scratch his head.

“I know it won’t be easy, and nobody has to do anything they don’t want to. You can go off on your own if you want. Or all together and leave me on my own. But it won’t be any easier. You’ll still have to kill stuff one way or another. Try to think of it as a game. You’ve all played video games, right?” Flossie raised her hand again. “You mean like Candy Croosh.” “No, not really. More like...” I tried to think of a more appropriate phone app. “Clash of Clans? You know it? You fight people weaker than you, take their stuff, build up your strength. We have to do that.” “But this isn’t a game, is it?” said Claire. It was hard to say. I still felt like everything was too much like an RPG for it

The globe didn't answer. Instead, it began listing... slowly... ominously: "Somberwoke. Thornreach. Trellmor. Alameldas. Draven's outer clans. Half of Eastern Wreak. Four wolf villages. And two minor kingdoms... ...all have fallen to Haspan Cosmoses." The table pulsed with sickly light. The witches tightened their grips. Because every name spoken meant another world swallowed. Another people lost. Another army under Haspan's fire. The globe glowed hotter-almost warning them.

I told her of things I took for granted, and she treated them as if they were the most precious things she’d ever heard. I told her of rain, rainbows, lightning and thunder, snow, oceans, mountains, volcanoes and everything I could think of. In turn, she told me of everything she knew of the Gentry. Their factions, ranks, and battle planets. Massive barren planets, with rune arrays etched into them. They could either be used for offense or defence. There were thousands of them, circling the system at any given time, but there was one that controlled the rest, this one made its orbit around the system once.