Romans & histoires Invincible Battle Beast Vs Thragg

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Despite his agonised roar, Thorne held his ground, his strength merciless and unwavering. With my heart thumping, I clambered to my feet while gripping my bleeding shoulder. It was like watching two storms collide as they battled. Thorne's blows were quick and accurate, displaying the full force of an Alpha. However, the monster—no, the scientist—was more powerful, quicker, and more careless. Mid-battle, his body twisted and reshaped, his claws lengthening, his scent getting stronger by the moment. The monster only landed on all fours, smiling, after Thorne hurled him across the room. "Alpha, you're strong. However, in the face of perfection, strength won't matter.

“They’re circling.” A thunderous growl tore through the stillness. From the shadows, it emerged, an elite magic beast, hulking and grotesque. Its chitin glistened with black magic, and its horns curved like blades. Eyes glowing crimson locked directly on Aaron. "Move-!" Victor shouted. The beast lunged. But Aaron hadn’t frozen, he’d already sidestepped, blade raised. Yet Victor was faster. In a flash of metal and instinct, Victor leapt between them, driving his sword directly into the beast’s open jaws.

I said and mother nodded while eyeing my necklace. “I know you have it,” she said while smiling. Azrael cleared his throat and said, “Can I ask a question?” Mother and I looked at him and nodded. “What is it?” I asked. “Who is Invictus?” I looked at my mother and she nodded at me to go on. I released a sigh and said shortly, “Invictus is the Lord of the Beasts.” ~~~~ Third Person's POV

Blaze, his rage a blazing inferno within him, fought with a primal ferocity that left the rogues reeling, his every movement a symphony of raw power and controlled aggression. As the battle rages on, the tide of the fight turns in favor of Blaze, Alexa, and Dexter, their combined strength and unity proving to be an unstoppable force against the rogues. Together, they fight as one, a well-oiled machine of teeth and claws that moves with a synchronicity born of years of shared bonds and unbreakable loyalty.

Many wounds started appearing on the steel-backed alligator's back. 'Tsa Xang is 8th stage Spirit Establishment cultivator, while the other three are in the 7th stage of Spirit Establishment. They're pretty strong.' Tsarayu observed those 4 as they fought. 'Although its defense is the strongest out of all the Spirit beasts I have seen yet, under the combined attack of those 4, it won't survive for much longer.' Tsarayu judged looking at the situation. After a fierce fight, a steel-backed alligator finally felt like his life was in danger as it started retreating towards the pond.

Kael met it with renewed fury, his claws finding purchase in the gaps of its plating. Thorne and Eira coordinated a flanking maneuver, while Lyra’s mother added her own whispered spells to weaken the beast’s movements. The fight became a brutal dance of survival and defiance, blood soaking the earth and howls filling the night. Slowly, painfully, they wore it down. Kael delivered the final blow, driving his claws deep into the exposed core beneath its chest plating. The creature convulsed once, twice, then collapsed with a shuddering sigh that seemed to echo through the trees.

He reached out, his fingers brushing my arm, trying to catch my hand, not to pin it, but to hold it. "El, look at me. Look at my eyes." I retaliated with a flurry of strikes, left, right, a knee to the ribs. Every blow landed. Every strike made his body jerk with impact. He was a Tier-1 Alpha, a god of the swamp, and I was dismantling him like a training dummy. I saw his heart rate spiking on my HUD. I saw the internal bruising forming on his torso. And still, he refused to shift into the silver beast that could have easily crushed my throat.

I circled wide, growling low, every hair on my body bristling as Caelan and Ven tore into the rogues with deadly precision. Ven was pure destruction, all muscle and snarl and brutal strength. He grabbed one by the collar and smashed him into the ground with a crack that sent birds fleeing from the trees. Caelan didn’t roar—he didn’t need to. He was silent, lethal. His wolf form was massive, a dark blur of silver and coal, fangs flashing as he locked jaws with the rogue who’d tried to pin me. Their bodies hit the ground hard, Caelan on top, claws ripping down the rogue’s side in a blur of motion too fast to follow.

These were no ordinary creatures; they were twisted guardians, corrupted by an unknown force. A fierce battle ensued. Ethan, drawing upon his newfound training, fought with the ferocity of a cornered wolf. Maya, channeling the light of the guardians, unleashed bolts of energy that crackled through the air. Professor Thorne, her voice hoarse with exertion, used her knowledge of ancient texts to identify the guardians' weaknesses. Kael, wielding the guardian warrior's sword, a weapon imbued with an ethereal light, fought with an almost supernatural grace. The battle was brutal and unrelenting. The corrupted guardians, driven by an insatiable rage, proved to be formidable opponents. But the tea