Druid Slap Battles Novels & Stories

"Delan and Ryder for your crimes against the Clans you are hereby stripped of all titles and banished forever, you're to be branded so that all who may see you may know of your crimes and nature." I was one of the first to notice the duo muttering incomprehensible words in unison and as Dracul talked in ,their voices and chanting began to.grow faster and louder, Gulliver sprung into action, his words overshadowing theirs, matching them pace for pace until they both stopped all of a sudden. They looked up to us and their eyes were void and soulless, nothing human or animal remained in them. "Sorry Dracul." they say in unison. "But you do not decide our faith, there are no prisoners in this wa

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

*Bang* Tucker intercepted Dracula’s blade with his own, his grey energy shielding him from Dracula’s blood energy. Neither man was forced back by even a step, and neither was ready to relent. Each man swung his sword a hundred times, and each one parried the other’s blow a hundred times. It was a furious clash that disregarded all elegance or technique. It was a battle between beasts! *Bang*

“You’ve caused enough harm.” Sylvester’s father stepped forward, his gaze fixed on his son. “You’ve always been a disappointment, Sylvester. It’s time to put an end to your foolish rebellion.” Sylvester clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury. “This isn’t about rebellion. It’s about justice. And today, you will face the consequences of your actions.” The confrontation began with a sudden clash, the sound of metal against metal ringing through the night. Rayka and Sylvester fought side by side, their movements precise and deadly. The battlefield erupted into chaos, each side giving their all in a desperate bid for victory.

He would reload. The sequence was as snappy as his days in the old academy. “Latch forward, slide down, clip enter, slide down, latch pull.” The old mantra recited itself in his thoughts. Three seconds had passed, and his blast staeve was now ready. He battled the vines’ grip as he faced the barrel towards the Druid’s face and fired. The impact shatters the face plate, revealing a sliver of the Birchman’s pale countenance. Likaya finds her strength, thrusting her blade onto the waist again as Froster empties his blast staeve’s clip. The Druid howls, and chokes on its blood. The vines whither from the shield, releasing the staeve from its grip. The green glow that permeated the eyes of the Dr

Derek and I pressed our advantage, our strikes landing with devastating accuracy. Drag’s cruel smile was gone, replaced by a snarl of frustration and rage. Just as I was about to deliver the final blow, a deafening roar echoed through the battlefield. A massive figure emerged from the shadows, its presence radiating power and malice. It was one of Drag's lieutenants, a hulking beast with eyes that gleamed with dark intent. The arrival of this new foe shifted the balance once again. Derek and I exchanged a quick glance, our silent communication clear.

His attack was incredibly simple, and for Dravin, with such a keen combat sense, it was predictable. He turned the fingers on his free hand into claws and slashed at Darius' neck once he was close enough, lopping his head off cleanly. The fight came to a standstill as the other two elders were not foolish enough to attack recklessly. Dravin dropped Dale's body and stared down at it. "Two down, three more to go." He then looked up at the other two men. "Are you going to attack, or should I?" "You are going to pay for this," Cedric said as he gnashed his teeth so hard that they drew blood.

The Wolf Slayer. I didn’t know his real name. For the longest time he was only referred to as that. He has haunted and killed thousands of wolves in the past twenty years, and he still wasn’t done. If anything, he was gaining more power and leverage over us. Packs that were once safe now feared the thought of him invading. He has never lost a battle since he started this raid almost a decade ago. The murmurs and groans around me pulled me back to the present. People were returning to their tents, obviously not happy about being woken up so early thinking we were in imminent danger only to realise it was yet another drill.

Delphina gasped with her eyes wide with fear as the battle resumed. The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel, snarls, claws, and the scent of bloodlust. Eira scoffed at Harida's and Slydino's threats, his expression unyielding. "Delphina, please hold my bag for a moment," he said, his voice calm and collected as he threw his possessions at her, which she quickly caught. He then charged forward, his movements swift and precise. In mere seconds, the couple crumpled to the ground with their paralysed bodies. Only their eyes and mouths remained under their control, which they used to hurl insults at Eira.

I announce. "Yes, Luna," they answer in a chorus. I'm a little taken aback by their response. Chelsea gives them tips about fighting rogues and vampires, from destabilizing the opponent to killing them. After the brief lecture, Drake asks everyone to pair up with the warriors, watching with glee. I pair up with Jerry. He's as eager as I am, eyes glinting, and we hold our smiles. I enjoyed fighting alongside him at the border, and it seems he did, too.