Druid Slap Battles Novels & Stories

All of them were stunned! Darryl's power was extremely scary! Darry had not joined the New World? Had they misunderstood him? Abbess Mother Serendipity bit her lips tightly; she could not say a word. "Darryl." A cold voice was heard at that moment, and it had come from the New World's camp. It was Sloan. At that moment, Sloan wore armor, and she looked gorgeous! She had killed more than 10,000 people in that battle. Perhaps that was why she was named as the Warrior Goddess by the New World army! That was also why they respected and feared her!

One man shouts. I stand my ground and as the battle intensifies I see the seven appear on the battlefield. “Shoot her!” I hear someone yell and a blue shield suddenly surrounds me as arrows fly towards me. I am unsure of what is now happening as arrows are coming from all directions but the shield protects me. It is then that I see the seven slaying our enemies in a battle so fierce that my stomach turns. “No! This isn’t what I wanted!” I shout as I begin to ride towards the seven as fast as I can.

He stared down the long-stretched ledge, the army continued from one end to the other, there must have been at least three to four hundred men charging towards them. “By the Divine, how can we fight back this many. Father guide me?” Thought Drykator. The sudden sound of the dragon screeching overhead again caught everyone's attention “Who is that?” Gravland indicated with a quick nod to the small person thrusting a long dagger deep into the dragon's back. “Drago the Dragonslayer, we can rely on him to do his job” Drykator replied with a small grin on his face.

"Or is it because you thought girls would be easier to manipulate and control? Or maybe it's because you're not man enough to pick on someone your own size?" "Now you listen here you smarmy little bitch!" Nathaniel roared, leaping from his seat and his eyes turned black. That was as much as the man could say before Sierra was on him like a snake striking at her prey. In one quick move she had Nathaniel face down against the table. A pop filled the air when she twisted his arm suddenly and the man screamed in pain, jerking like he had just been electrocuted. "I think we're done for now." Alex sighed turning from the screen to look at Lucas with his usual frown. "We can try again in a few hour

The aura emanating from him was even stronger, and it felt as if he was untouchable, as no opponent's blade had come close to him. "For Moon Stone Pack!" Slade's voice echoed. "For Moon Stone Pack!" The members chorused, pressing forward. What Slade had said was all they needed to boost their morale. As soon as they finished their chant, the battle intensified even further. I could barely make out anything until I saw several Vordraks lying lifeless on the floor, others with various degrees of injuries. No one was spared. No one. I suppose uniting to fight off the enemies was exactly what was needed after all. Just as the saying goes, 'United we stand, divided we fall.' This was a perfect ex

one hissed. “Spread out. Search everything.” My lips curled into a grin. I raised my hand, signaling my warriors. They waited for my command, tense like drawn bows. And then, I dropped my hand. “Now!” I roared. Chaos erupted. Bloodclaw warriors stormed from the shadows, slamming into Draven’s men from all sides. Steel clashed, claws tore, roars shook the night. The surprise was ours now. “Don’t let Draven escape!” I bellowed, slicing through one of Draven’s men’s throat with my claws. “I want him alive!”

With a brutal, fluid twist of his shoulders, Dmitry snapped the heavy halberd in two and drove the jagged metal shaft clean through the Janissary’s emerald-scaled throat. The deck of the Royal Vanguard became a chaotic, close-quarters furnace. Dozens of Saurian Janissaries poured across the gangplanks, their pressurized magma-weapons turning the wooden deck planks into lines of running charcoal. But they were fighting on the home turf of the Royal Pack.

They were silenced before they could even make a sound, their lives extinguished in a single violent moment. Vivienne saw bodies drenched in blood that sprayed across the battlefield every time a limb was being ripped off. She saw a great number of limbs torn from bodies, saw heads crushed beneath brutal force, saw warriors, some shaped like men, others not, falling, rising and fighting again in endless cycles of destruction. Swords clashed again and again, their ringing cutting through the air. The sound was deafening, a chaotic symphony of agony, rage, and death.

( staring at Draco with rage in his eyes) DRACO : Unfortunately yes, he was a fine warrior… such a shame he had to meet such a pitiful end HAROLD : Thank you for being honest, now I’ll make you pay with your life….Heavenly art : aegis Harold covers himself with the lightening shield and launches himself towards Draco at near light speed but Draco easily dodges his punch and lands a kick on his own, which launches Harold a neat two hundred meters away from the battlefield, the other chosen driven by anger, sadness and grief immediately attack Draco from all sides with Draco finally having to land so it would be a grounded battle, the fight goes on for a little while with the Holy knights and

After a meeting was held between the top officials of the two countries, they decided to fight to their death. Yesterday, the ancient martial arts world, Dragun Squad, Klock, and the major Demigods joined forces to fight Apophis in a duel at Mount Rospids.