Druid Slap Battles Novels & Stories

“A bond forged in blood.” I lifted my chin, fire blazing in my gaze. “You killed my sister,” I said coldly. “And for that, you will fall.” Malachi drew a dark blade etched with ancient runes. “Come then,” he replied. “Let fate decide.” --- The Battle Steel clashed as Ryker and Malachi collided. The force of their duel rippled through the courtyard, shaking stone and spirit alike. Each strike was thunderous, each movement precise and deadly. They were evenly matched.

Dorian spat. Then, a deep voice cut through the battle. “I do.” Alpha Draven stepped forward, his sword shining with blood. His eyes locked on Dorian, cold and steady. Dorian backed up a step. “Draven…” “You should have stayed in your lands,” Draven said. “This is where it ends.” With a roar, Draven charged. The two Alphas clashed, blade to blade. Sparks flew. The ground shook beneath their feet. Dorian was fast and cruel, swinging heavy and wild. Draven was calm and sharp, every move controlled.

The sounds of metal clanking against metal rang out as the warriors got dressed in their fighting gear and blood pouches for casting battle spells. Adrenaline shot through my veins. This was it. Tonight, the Rogue King would finally die. ~~~~~ The border of Scarvyn had turned to the battlefield and it smelled of smoke and death. The metallic scent of blood, the sound of gunfire and steel and bone snapping like dry twigs, filled the air. And at the center of all my attention stood Drakkan.

It felt more natural than anything else and Silat was deadly if applied correctly. Frank lifted his arms and started circling me. My hands were hanging loosely next to my sides as Frank came for me. I grabbed his arm on the second division and twisted his arm behind his back. I stepped forward with my foot and pushed his foot toward me. He lost his balance and landed on his back.

I locked my jaws around his spine and tore. Bashar howled, finally howled as vertebrae snapped. Still he fought. He dragged himself forward with forepaws, snarling, “Draco will resurrect me!” I bit deeper. “You’ll be dead long before he tries.” He tried to lunge again, but I ripped faster. The last crack echoed like a thunderclap. His body went limp beneath my claws. Bashar, Draco’s general, fell. I shifted back, panting, covered in blood that wasn’t all mine. Dalton lay in the mud, barely breathing. His eyes were fading, trembling then they found mine.

Scarlett kept whimpering and crying. For a moment, just a moment, it looked like we could win. Blood trickled from Tenebris’ side. His grin faded, and his breaths grew sharper and shorter. The spear was working. It was the cheat code to winning this battle. But then, the storm raged harder. Bolts of lightning erupted from the ground, blasting me back against the wall. My sword slipped from my hand. Drayton pushed forward alone with the spear glowing in his grip.

“If you want a war, daughters, I’ll oblige. But you will lose.” At once, the guards lunge. Alex is faster; he shatters the first halberd with his bare hands, his own dragon form erupting in a shockwave of blue and silver scales. Jenifer and Amanda lock hands, chanting a shield that bends the air around them. Liam drops, rolls, and smashes the guard’s kneecap, grabbing the fallen halberd and swinging it in a perfect arc that sweeps two more away from Zayla.

His eyes started glowing and he extended his canines. He slapped my hand away, extended his claws and tried slashing at me. I dodged it and pushed with both hands at his chest causing him to fly back. The other warriors readied themselves and started growling. My father and gabby’s brothers stepped around the table and came closer to us. Dmititri got back up and raised his hand throwing a punch. I grabbed his hand, crushing every bone in it before landing my fist on his face.

My vision became blurry after I received numerous slaps from her, I tasted the metallic liquid coming from my mouth. “Fuck you! I will fucking kill you until you beg me to stop. I will skin you alive, Ashianna.” Lady Maureen was shouting, ready for me to get killed even though I managed to escape from her fury. “What is happening here? What's the commotion?” It was King Edward, he seemed he only woke up because of the fight of his women. Lady Maureen's hands trembled when King Edward's eyes landed on her, and looked at me. I was panting, looked at the ceiling, and didn't mind if I was a mess. I heard Gunner whisper we were successful but I didn't have the time to react because Lady Maureen m

Three down, four remaining. Drake and Boniface fight the fiercest battle. Drake fueled by the anger of betrayal and the defiance of his own official, Boniface driven by nothing else but jealousy and the greed for power. The swords clash, producing metallic sounds that produce echos in a nearby cliff. They kick at each other, lunge, duck and strike again. I admire their tactics, and I stand guard, waiting to intervene should Drake get overwhelmed. I am also on the lookout, because I don't know where the other fighters are. I trust that Alicia is strong enough to fight the two girls.