Invincible Battle Beast Vs Thragg Novels & Stories

The elf speaks from experience and is quick to get up from his spot and retreat to the patio that makes up the housing enclosures floors. “Alright. What are you going to tell Adae and Mudbrew once I know you on your ass old man?” Troy has a condescending tone but its all in good fun which makes the orc relish within the moment. The old veterans’ eyes shine from the prospect of having new blood entering the field that crafted men into soldiers. Both of the opposing men have an excitement within their eyes. “Reckon you will have to find out.” With that last sharp tongue lashing within the wind between them, the first strike is uplifted into the air. The power comes from the right fist of try,

One of the Lycan Beast Lords bellowed cruelly and smugly. "And who do you think you are?!" the tiger mutant retorted fiercely in return, its sonorous roar rushing across the vale with daunting ferocity as it charged forward. "Impudence!" an Eighth-grade Lycan hissed angrily, throwing himself forward to meet the tiger mutant in battle. "Rumble!" The impact from their first collision set a pulse of force that obliterated every piece of rock and boulder into dust, causing the nearby hills and cliffs to shake. "I've decided to occupy this spot, mongrel pup! Now leave at once and I might spare you!"

"This round would determine who will be the next trid commander and claim the honor as the most fierce warrior in our legion. We have Tavor Sedan going against Vinch Amdra, let the best win." Soon the fight began, Amdra is still angry that Tavor defeated him in the first batch, he shape shifted into a dark brown Accorm then roared at his opponent. Tavor waited awhile glaring at his opponent, making plans, he knows Amdra is aggressive but not smart, he needed to make a smart move, it's now or never. One step back and he shifted to a gray Accorm, he grazed his paws on the sand and growled low but deeply.

He only kept sending rogues forward, testing, watching. It was a game to him, and Theron realized bitterly that Evander was waiting, waiting for him to exhaust himself, to let the sickness drag him down. A massive rogue barreled toward him, larger than the rest, its fur mottled with scars. Theron staggered as pain lanced through his side, but he stood his ground. The beast lunged, and he caught it mid-air, both hands gripping its maw. Muscles strained, veins bulging, as the rogue snapped and writhed.

Trigon and that big guy had started to face off against each other. The moment the battle started, that big guy let out a beast-like roar. Waving his fist, he charged head-on towards Trigon like a tank. However, Trigon wasn’t the least bit panicked. His figure flashed, and he instantly used a surge of power from his feet to dodge the big guy’s attack. The next second, he appeared at the big man’s side.

Someone I was meant to protect. I delivered for persecution. She was indeed right. I am the beast. At least Kendell seemed to repent of his sins. But I gave way to it. Today, I have finally lost my best friend—my only family. It's now me against the Silver Wolves Alpha. The thought of Rose came flashing before me... Where had I seen her that day?

Sparks flew and magic clashed as they fought with an unwavering focus. Amelia unleashed a torrent of flames, engulfing the creature in a blaze of scorching heat. Drake, in his transformed werewolf state, lunged forward, slashing at the creature's defenses with inhuman speed and strength. Fenrir, with his druidic connection to nature, summoned vines and thorny branches to ensnare and bind the chaotic entity. As the battle raged on, the trio made progress, slowly inching their way closer to the stone. However, the creature was not one to go down easily. It fought back with relentless force, retaliating with bursts of dark magic that threatened to overwhelm them.

Haha! Monki grinned as he laughed. The others were basically in almost similar situations. Hunter was fighting against two people, and other men were fighting one-on-one. As for Bona… She would throw two punches whenever she saw a black suit without any regards for martial virtues whatsoever.

The demonic lizard, a martial nirvana-level beast, stood before Chase. Its eyes were gleaming with hostility. Chase's gaze turned sharp as he gripped his battle spear, stepping forward without hesitation. The demonic lizard struck first, its claws slicing through the air with terrifying speed, leaving behind streaking afterimages. Chase dodged swiftly, sidestepping its attack before thrusting his spear forward to pierce straight through the beast's throat. The demonic lizard was no weak opponent. It had reached its peak power and was a formidable adversary that would have been a death sentence for an average martial god-level warrior.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.