Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

But I didn’t move back. I was ready. As they landed, I exhaled, feeling the Null Blood pulse outward. It didn’t repel them, not entirely, but it slowed them, disrupted their coordination, and forced their attacks to misfire. Thane moved like fire incarnate, deflecting blows, sunlight scorching stone beneath their feet. And yet, he was faltering, not from skill, but from restraint. The fragment surged uncontrollably whenever he struck too hard, feeding back through the bond.

For a long moment, only wind moved across broken stone. Then the alpha stepped aside. “Then anchor,” he said. “But if you attempt control—” “We won’t,” Serik finished. Mara and Serik entered the ruined inner ring together. The ground was hot beneath bare feet — not temperature, but energy friction. The geometry here was misaligned, pillars cracked in asymmetric angles that distorted flow. “This wasn’t natural damage,” Tomas muttered from the outer circle. “No,” Riven confirmed quietly. “Impact patterns are directional.” External force.

So many things needed to go right for this to work. The blood magic barrier was strong but all magic had a weakness. Usually, if it had a solid manifestation, it was vibrations. The wedge was supposed to hit the dome that covered the pack to create a ripple effect, vibrating the metal of the car and the dome to send waves, breaking apart the magic that was built more like glass than woven magic. But in order to create the correct ripple effect that was needed, I had to hit the barrier going exactly 71 mph. Any faster it would create too quick of a ripple that it wouldn’t break apart. Too slow and the ripples would just dissipate before having a chance to do anything. That was hoping the wedg

The first strike was not visible in a traditional sense. It was arrival. The King’s presence collapsed distance instantly. Delph reacted immediately, raising his arm to intercept. The impact hit like layered reality compressing into a single point. Delph was pushed back several meters across fractured terrain. But he stabilized mid-slide. Afnan reinforced his balance instantly through the bond. The King followed. Fast. Delph barely had time to redirect the next impact. The battlefield around them distorted violently. Wolves were forced backward by shockwaves of presence alone.

More forceful. More. Silver energy erupted around her again. The trees nearest her bent violently away. Several cracked. The earth split beneath her feet. Aria cried out. Pain exploded through every nerve. She dropped to one knee. Her hands slammed against the ground. Instantly, a shockwave burst outward. The force raced through the forest. Warriors were thrown from their feet. Nearby fires extinguished. Branches snapped overhead. The very air seemed to shatter. Back in the clearing, dozens of wolves struggled to remain standing.

And it was nauseating. The force driving Ishara’s strike—mass times acceleration, enough torque to decapitate a bull—hit an invisible wall of suction. It didn't hit me. It flowed into me. Cold. It hit my bloodstream like liquid nitrogen. My veins bulged, turning black under the skin as the stolen momentum flooded my system. My heart skipped a beat, then slammed against my ribs with a force that made my vision white out for a microsecond. Ishara froze. Her claw stopped an inch from my jugular. Not because she hesitated. Because the energy required to move that mass had been stolen. Her momentum hit absolute zero.

Instantly, a tremendous force hurtled over. Wild gales began to resound noisily, overturning the earth everywhere. Countless ancient trees reaching into the sky were uprooted. The white-robed man did not expect this. He quickly defended himself but was still thrown more than 30 meters backward by this immense force. He lay prone on the ground, vomiting blood.

We refused to let her succeed. As our battle against Seraphine raged, the elements responded to our call with unparalleled force. Gusts of wind tore through the air, uprooting trees and buffeting our opponents. Flames danced at our fingertips, devouring Seraphine's illusions and revealing her true nature. The earth trembled beneath our feet, forming protective barriers and trapping Seraphine within its grip. And water flowed, a torrential force that quelled the destructive energies Seraphine attempted to summon.

The force of the wind disoriented the zombie, making it an easy target for Liam's next move. As the second zombie lunged forward, Liam swiftly evaded its grasp with a nimble sidestep. Without missing a beat, he summoned his strength, compressed all of it in his palm, and swung it, which he hurled at the zombie's head. Liam continued his graceful dance, seamlessly blending evasive maneuvers with strategic attacks. He utilized the strength of his grip as an extension of his will, manipulating it to control the battlefield. His movements were a testament to the mastery he had achieved over his abilities.

The expression of someone applying maximum force and feeling maximum force applied in return. She was powerful. She was not more powerful than three sources. The aperture began to shrink. Not fast. She was fighting it. The shrinking was incremental, the edges pulling inward against her will, one inch at a time, the cold in the compound yard reducing fractionally as the aperture's size decreased. One minute. Madi pushed harder. The shrinking slowed. She found a second layer of focus that I had not expected her to have and she drove it into the hold. The aperture stabilised, not growing back, but no longer shrinking either.