Gauntlet Heroes Novels & Stories

Still, the shock was too great for him. Lazy Soul was famous for being one of the top 150 in the internal rankings in his entire clan, 'Ghost Ravens'. His most recognizable quirk was his overbearing strength. He and his 'Hell Gauntlet' were famous for their brute force approach during their battle. He was one of those people who had pride in his strength, but this time he not only used his weapon strength but also reinforced his attack with his own martial skill called 'Bone Smasher'.

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

Laughing savagely, he said, "I'll skin you alive once I get my hands on you. I'll throw you onto the road like a dog. I'll show you who's the real garbage here!" Chase shook his head and sighed. "I've always been a kind person, but you keep insisting on my death. Am I to blame for this?" "Cut the crap! Get him! I want him dead!" Hero roared. Dozens of muscled men suddenly went running toward Chase. All of them were powerhouses hired by Hawkins Corporation. They were incomparable fighters, and every one of them was a martial arts legend.

Nolan deadpanned, earning laughter from the group. Even Aiden was there, his imposing figure relaxed for once. His new Beta, Caleb, leaned casually against a pillar, smirk firmly in place. "I’ve seen wolf bachelor nights, and I’ve seen vampire feasts," Caleb said smoothly. "But mixing both? This is going to be chaos." Instead of sitting around drinking like humans might, the men had arranged something far more fitting: a gauntlet of trials. The first test? Combat. A ring of glowing runes was drawn into the courtyard floor, pulsing with ancient magic. Inside it, weapons floated in the air—swords, staffs, daggers—waiting to be claimed.

He then grabbed it by its tip and swung it as widely as he could, knocking down 10 vampires in a single motion, establishing a perimeter around him. Samuel instinctively joined the perimeter, back to back with Caleb, swinging and jabbing with his gauntlet. The gauntlet was an incredible weapon, and as it impacted other vampires, making a hollow thud, it knocked them off their feet, flying through the air. Its protruding fingers also were put to use, as he jabbed several vampires in the eyes and throats, dropping them to their knees. Back to back, the two of them fought for all they had, and together, incapacitated dozens of vampires.

The Shadow Fangs were notorious—brutal, lawless, and led by an Alpha who believed in total subjugation. "To lead," Marcus continued, "Killian must have a circle of warriors who are not just loyal, but elite. Traditionally, this circle is chosen from the Beta and Delta bloodlines. However..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Killian has requested a change in tradition. He has called for The Gauntlet." A collective gasp broke the silence. The Gauntlet was an ancient, brutal trial. It was open to anyone. Anyone. "The top five survivors will become the Prince’s Guard," Marcus announced. "Rank will not save you. Bloodlines will not carry you. Only strength matters."

They eye the warriors wearily before rising, shrugging into coats. I glance at one of them in particular as he slides his muscled arms into an old, brown leather jacket, his head bowed, his face just out of sight. Black gloves catch my attention. Ghost issued gloves. I’d recognize them anywhere. It’s not uncommon, I guess. The Ghosts are everywhere, but they don't just… wear their gloves in public. He has dark, chestnut brown hair. It curls softly, the ends shining a golden blond like it’s highlighted from the sun… or the unforgiving fluorescent lighting.

Gauntlet at forty-one percent. The eight survivors adapted. They stopped attacking individually and merged, their cutting-songs combining into a single, devastating frequency that made the entire informational space shudder. A single giant sentinel. Twelve feet of hostile code, its cutting-song now powerful enough to shred informational structures at fifty meters. Jack's gauntlet at forty-one percent could not match that output. "Boss." Marcus's voice crackled through the comms, distorted by the dimensional barrier but recognizable. "I can feel you struggling through the pack bond. What do you need?"

I didn’t look for the brothers. I didn’t need to. The moment I stepped into the arena, I had felt Ken’s presence. My wolf reacted instantly to him. Her attention was drawn toward him in a way that made my chest tighten. I kept my eyes forward. The MC’s voice rose above the noise. “The first event - the Gauntlet!” he announced. The crowd erupted again, louder this time. Their excitement rose as the arena itself responded. “The gauntlet is a solo endurance run through a magically animated obstacle course. Speed, combat, and environmental resistance will be tested. The course is randomized. No two runs are the same.”

As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos. Nand, using a pair of gauntlets enhanced with shockwave technology, deflected incoming blows with ease. He smashed his fists together, sending out concussive waves that knocked back anyone who dared approach. His analytical mind worked rapidly, identifying weaknesses in their opponents' formations and exploiting them with strategic blows. The gauntlets pulsed with energy, amplifying his strikes and creating a barrier against any physical attack.