Combatants Will Be Dispatched Volume 7 Novels & Stories

I braced myself for his attack and was determined to face him head-on. Alpha Damien lunged himself forward, his claws aiming at my neck. I met with his attack, and we both held each other’s claws. I could feel the raw power radiating from his body. I knew I stood no chance against such a formidable opponent. “I will drag you on the floor and take you back to Fenrir. I will expose your true colors before him. I will also drag your family to him and make them watch as Fenrir tears you limb from limb.” Damien said and grabbed my neck with his left claw.

Demenicus whistled and from behind the large pillars, sculptures, statues and standing armors, several Skull pack werewolves came out with sharp pickaxes and hatchets. The whole hall panicked at the sight of the scary Skull pack scavengers, with their horrid looking tattoos. Kate quickly attempted to run outside and call for back up, but as she ran out, all the guards were dead. She looked around but there was no one around to help. As she was still looking, one of the skull pack scavengers (as they were often called) named Vulture, dragged her by the hair. She cried out in pain as his sharp claws dug into her soft scalp. She could feel the hot blood oozing out, the sting of his claws in her

Blood soaked my combat suit, pooling on the floor. But the list was sent. My mission was complete. I reached for the micro-bomb in my pocket, ready to take them all with me. Just then, a familiar, powerful howl echoed from the distance. The Ashstone Pack! "All units, attack!" Jaxon's roar ripped through the night. "Bring our hero home, at any cost!" Gunfire, explosions, and the sounds of battle erupted through the base. The Ashstone elite forces descended like gods of war. The enemy's defensive line shattered.

"Please send an ambulance right away!" Tessa's response flowed smoothly. "Alright, sir, stay calm. We're dispatching the nearest unit to you immediately." Her efficiency starkly contrasted the sluggish delay she had inflicted on me just moments ago. He hung up with a heavy exhale, then pivoted toward me, his gaze laced with frustration and confusion. "See? Simple as that. Why are you spiraling like this?"

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

Tribiano’s warriors rallied behind him, their spirits lifted by his sudden resurgence. The enemy, realizing they had underestimated the pack’s resolve, tried to regroup, but it was too late. Alex was relentless, leading the charge to free the elders and push the invaders back. With a final, thunderous roar, Alex struck down the last of the enemy’s commanders, leaving the rest of them in disarray. The battle was over, and victory belonged to Tribiano.

he encouraged them, held their hands, and began to walk as quickly as they could. Now, the enemies of about three hundred soldiers were emboldened and advanced towards them. They fired at the three but the first bullet that would have hit the nape of Tim's neck landed on the strap of his cross bag and bounced backward as a giant flamethrower. It expelled the flammable liquid fuel and began to burn the soldiers instantly. At that point, Tim and the two noticed the fire. They heard the wailing of the dying soldiers and were scared. They thought that they were their target.

It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this. They worked as a team, each one of them knowing their roles by instinct. One fired to disrupt the drugged elites’ vision, while others pinned them against shattered tables and twisted steel. The finishers moved in, driving their blades through their skulls to end the abominations for good. But even with their help, the aggressive monsters refused to stay dead. “We have to find our way out,” I muttered as I found myself right behind Isabella’s back. This wasn’t a battle that we could win by experience and numbers.

CLANG! The collision exploded like thunder. A shockwave ripped through the room. Windows shattered. Stone cracked. Everyone stumbled backward. Then the battle began. Fast. Far too fast. The commander moved like lightning. Blue streaks followed every attack. The shadow warrior answered with darkness. Black fire. Black blades. Black destruction. Neither gained ground. Neither retreated. Then the commander landed a direct strike. Her spear pierced the creature's chest. Blue light erupted. The shadow warrior staggered. Everyone cheered.

“We’re aiming for the humans. Non-lethal force on the Wolves, when possible. Go! Go! Go!” The three armored convoys they brought opened as one spilling over a dozen heavily armed fighters out into the fray. It was a drop in the bucket compared to the pandemonium writhing around them, but in a sea of chaos, having a mission could make all the difference. With ruthless efficiency, Xavier fired again, and again, and again, blowing vigilante after vigilante off their feet. The further into the combat he drew, the more evident it became that the humans were the aggressors here.