Group Battle Novels & Stories

I pushed through the crowd, Kaelen close behind me, until I could read the glowing runes displaying the official trial pairings. "Eight," Kaelen muttered, his eyes scanning the board. "They’re pairing two residential rooms together for the first phase. We are Group Four." I looked closely. Our suite, myself, Kaelen, the scarred Blood-Fang, and the quiet Shadow-Claw was grouped with another suite of four male Alphas from the rival packs. Eight dominant warriors, all forced to move through the same sector. At the front of the hall, the announcer's voice boomed: "Vanguards, you have exactly five minutes in the armory before the boundary line drops. Your survival gear is timed. Choose wisely."

“Nothing. Don’t mind me. And yeah, maybe I’m slowly accepting him into our lives. After all, I can’t do anything about what’s already done, like you said before, right?” Phew! I thought he meant something else. “That’s good. I really think you two would make good brothers if you grew closer.” Brothers, my ass. That’s literally my boyfriend. We spent the morning golfing before heading to a restaurant for lunch afterward. Franco turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and by the end of the game, he wouldn’t stop bragging about beating me on one hole. “It was literally one shot,” I reminded him while cutting into my steak. “A win is a win,” he said proudly.

They're fourteen and sixteen respectively. The cherry on top? They think the world of Rae. But then again, who doesn't? When the elevator reaches the floor, it opens I'm quickly bombarded by Elsie and Amelie. I'm proud to be their big brother, even if they aren't mine by blood. They are blood enough because they are Mom's and that's all I need. I'd protect them without hesitation. "Mom says you punched Sebastian," Amelie says, looking up at me. "Good for you."

United, I, the destined human, and Randall, the brave alpha wolf, lead our army towards the battle that will shape the future of the beyond the border. We are a unified force, representing the diversity and determination of the beyond the border. The drums of war resonate in our hearts as we march towards the battlefield. The battle is fierce and relentless, with powerful creatures from the different categories beyond the border facing each other. At every step, we are witnesses of the destruction caused by the war, which reaffirms the importance of our struggle.

“ First, I want to acknowledge General Edward for being a good leader. I have learnt so much from you and I hope to keep learning more." General Edward stood up for recognition. Murmurs of approval erupted through the hall. He was a very respectable man. He had fought alongside two generations of kings to preserve the borders of Bolivia. He sat down sending a greatful smile to the royal family. Alpha Rudieloff continued."There have been minor disturbances especially across the battle valley near the Tozon forest, nothing alarming, but readiness is essential. We have therefore reinforced the eastern ridge. The rogue activity has dropped by half. The younger wolves, We have decided to raise an

He immediately drew his sword. "you see Lomi" Ralf was saying as he was busy bolting the doors before turning to face him, "your mind tells you that you know better, it has always the flaw you have and you had never for once tried to learn better. You know without having to told that there was no way you would betray me and I leave you to walk out of my presence alive without ensuring your head is on the ground with my feet resting on it. You dare stand before before me to tell me about the brothers, do you know anything about the brothers, when did you join the brotherhood? You should have thought about the glory that was awaiting us. Well, such a glory is pleasing to my eyes and I am still

“You sent us out hunting for a Gamma?! You stupid shit. I sent ten of my strongest warriors on a suicide mission for your sorry ass.” Justin’s eyes lost focus. They could tell his was mind linking with his warriors. When his eyes refocused, he looked at Zach. “We’re done. My warriors are packing up and returning home. You are going to fight your own battle.” Zach flashed a toothy grin at Justin. “We have plenty of help from Hoh pack. We don’t need you, and if you want help with your territory dispute, don’t come crawling to us.” Duncan looked at Justin. “What territory dispute?”

Blake explained, as Roland was about to heat an argument. Bake shook his head in consensus, “He is correct, Alpha. A beta's place is beside his leader in the war front” “Alright, I guess we are good,” Gerrard said. "Roland and Jay will lead the shrub group, Blake, I, and chief Beta will have a group each hidden around the boundaries ambush the Dark Moon warriors when they make their first strike. Chief Beta, if you can hold off th first strike then you can join the second wave to gives us an advantage" Gerrard continued.

It is raw, primal, unbreakable. The three pairs move toward each other, their bodies drawn like magnets, like the universe itself has decided this moment was destined to happen. A collective sigh of relief escapes my lips. The Mate Bond Brawl is over. For the first time in what feels like forever, there will be no more fights over mates. No more broken hearts. No more deaths to satisfy an archaic law. This, this is what was meant to be. I'm glad that Arinthal and Tharros now understand that I'm not theirs. Had Kaiden not been too far gone, I'm sure he'd have mate his mate as well.

Mack doesn't look back again as he leaves. I lay back and listen to the sounds of the party in the living room. I hear Christian laugh loudly. And there's a squeal from one of the girls. The faint sound of quarters bouncing off a table is mixed in there, too. This is what we do after almost every home game. The Texas Mutiny plays from March through November. It's a long and rough season. There's lots of travel. Lots of sore muscles from intense scrimmages. So they like to party. And they like to invite me and my girls.