Glory Combat Novels & Stories

And he was grinning so broadly and when he pulled her into his arm, I turned my face away. "The first game to begin after the music is combat. It's the toughest and someone would be unconscious," "Dead?" He shot me a look. "I am sure you are aware of the difference between those words?" "But you said combat till death?" "Fallacy. Don't believe all you hear. Now that you're working with us, you will know the pros and cons," "I'd love to know now,"

A wide portion of land built for one thing: sick pleasure. It’s a ground of death battles. Trained wolves—three to five—are set against each other. It was like the Royal Combat, but different in a darker way. Only one was meant to survive. The winner had to be the only one standing. They called us Gladiators. Kill or be killed. The first time I stepped into that sick place, staring at a few fellow young, familiar warriors, I thought it was a cruel joke— Until my Attack Wolf’s instinct kicked in.

"You dare." She retaliated with full force. Violet flames mixed with dark tendrils lashed out. They wrapped my legs and pulled me down. Pain burned through my muscles. I fought back. Golden silver energy exploded from my core shattering her spell. The force knocked her men sideways. One gun clattered to the floor. Alexander lunged seizing the opening. His jaws closed on the nearest guard. Alphonse moved like lightning disarming another. Laura turned on Gloria. "This ends now. You have gone too far with your hatred." She hurled her own magic. Green light clashed against Gloria's violet.

Kailan thought that Zion Mercenaries could restrain Kaze. Reality was a rude awakening. “Oh, my god! That technique is the toughest combat of the Arcadian military. I’ve witnessed it firsthand on the battlefield. The Arcadians call it the God of War Blow. “You’re no ordinary man. You have fought in wars before,” the earlier foreigner cried.

For the glory of Ligiriya! - For the glory of Ligiriya!! - the warriors picked up, pulling their swords out of their sheaths. Edwin drew his long, imposing blade, waved it above his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs: - In the name of Good and Light!!! To battle!!!

Lucius and Rey fought back, matching her with their own skills and determination. The battle was fierce, each clash of weapons echoing through the night. Lucius tapped into his primal instincts, channeling the power of his Alpha lineage to enhance his speed and strength. Rey, driven by the memory of her fallen parents, fought with a vengeance, her blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. Jade proved to be a formidable adversary, her mastery of dark magic and combat prowess pushing Lucius and Rey to their limits. The three combatants weaved through the dark alleyways, their movements a dance of violence and skill.

Her unwavering loyalty and fierce determination inspire those around her, boosting our morale and driving us forward. Finally, I spot him. Phoenix, surrounded by his most loyal followers, stands defiantly at the center of the battlefield. His eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of rage and desperation. He knows that his reign is coming to an end, and he fights with a desperate fervor. With a roar, I charge towards him, my sword clashing against his with a resounding clash. Our battle becomes a dance of steel, each strike fueled by years of hatred and determination. The clash of our weapons reverberates through the night, a symphony of fury and determination.

she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a knife. Gunfire erupted, echoing against steel and concrete. Chaos descended, but Amara moved like a shadow, her strikes precise, every motion lethal. Luca was a storm beside her, dismantling enemy defenses, converting chaos into controlled devastation. Together, they were unstoppable, a force of fire, blood, and resolve. Among the fray, Milo Nero appeared once more, his eyes glinting with a mix of anger and twisted delight. “You never stop,” he sneered, stepping through the chaos. “Still chasing ghosts in a city that has long forgotten heroes.”

' His eyes narrowed into a slit, his resolve hardening. ‘Like this disgraceful bunch!’ “Who is your master, you faithless dogs!” he roared, a battle-cry against his dishonorable former comrades. He swung his gladius. It flashed like a glittering serpent in the air, fangs bared. Ready to devour any opponent that came close. ‘I would rather die than let any harm befall my true master!’ he chanted inside his head. CLANG CLANG Lucius sidestepped his enemy's awkward blow, his gladius a blur as it disarmed his attackers before they even realized their greatest mistake.

The battlefield is alive with pandemonium—a riot of sound and fury that consumes the empyrean red day. Blood scents the air like a profane incense, mingling with the acrid tang of adrenaline and the metallic resonance of clashing steel. Above it all, the cloud-quilted sun hangs like a sinister overseer, its effulgent glow casting distorted shadows across the combatants as though mocking their mortal toil.