Object Battle City Novels & Stories

Shadows leaned over lamp posts like watchers. Tunde walked in silence. The air felt different here — still, but aware. He passed a dented vendor stall. An old man watched him go, then turned away. A scavenger child whispered something and ducked behind a cart. That was when they stepped out. Two Citadel enforcers. Matte-black armor. Silent. Smooth. They didn’t hum. They didn’t threaten. They simply… arrived. Tunde stopped. One raised a scanner. ID Confirmed. RU-Q3A-1120. Theta Protocol: Passive Retrieval.

She didn’t smile or introduce herself, just looked down at the ground as Bailey paired everyone up. “Okay!” Bailey shouted. “We’re going to just get right into it. It’s important for you to learn your weaknesses and strengths. I’ll be going around watching you each spar. There are no rules here, much like there won’t be any when fighting against other packs. Do anything you want. Push each other. Begin!” My heart started pounding. That was it? I had never fought before! What was I supposed to do? There’s no way this little wolf could even hurt me, though.

Now, it doesn’t bother him as much because his character has become OP after all the grinding he did when he was still stuck in Dungeon Raydens. “OK, let me set up the match,” he types and the laptop screen fills with the preview of a beautiful, lush forest. The ominous word "Battlefield" blares above while a button that says "Enter" waits below. It would boggle Mrs. Lapuz’s mind to know that her ally player, Ecto, is just several feet behind her, inside the robo-puppy that’s sitting on the charging station like a hen hatching eggs. As though automatically, from Mrs. Lapuz’s perspective, the Enter button is clicked and the screen switches to what looks like a list of teams with their various

When I left, he was happier, and more importantly, healthier. We turned to face Vince and Brandon and waited. Another guard came out to referee. “This is a cath neart, a battle for strength and standing. The rules are as follows. No death blows. Once your opponent in on the ground for longer than ten seconds, the battle stops. If your opponent is knocked out, the battle is over. There are no points system, this is a battle to knockout or surrender. You both agreed to no weapons, but shifting is allowed.” He looked between us and waited for both of us to nod. “Are there any questions?”

As Soon as Jake finished, the smoke started to cover the ground of the arena again, only to find two people standing in the middle once the smoke disappeared. Jake could be seen flying in the air as he spoke again, "I would like to welcome the fighters and on the left side, we have Slaughter, whose class is an Oracle, and on the right side is Ultimate Guide whose class is a Gunner, Now as soon as u hear the Battle horn you will start the battle, rules are simple, you win if you knock your opponent out, or they Surrender, with these LETS START THE MOST AWAITING TOURNAMENT OF THE YEAR" Jake finished speaking and after 10 seconds the horn could be heard which indicated that the battle has begun

I follow his gaze to see a dozen shifters from Troy’s group eyeing me up. “Is that how you want to play it.” I say smirking at him. He shrugs returning my smirk, oh your on baby. I mind link my group to come to the lake for a battle, looks like the game has changed. I compel the boar to stay by the lake while we have this battle. Troy jumps the lake to stand with his group as mine start to gather behind me. “We are changing the game, the last two standing with tags will fight for the boar and capture the flag same rules apply, no shifting, if you lose both tags take a seat by the cabin.” Troy announces and I notice Uhtred and Jax standing off to the side to judge.

“We also can’t hide in nothing but puzzle boxes and hope the system doesn’t notice the girl rewriting its code. It already noticed.” I lifted my band a little, the pen icon blinking. “So,” Jax said. “Compromise?” “Mix,” I said. “We start with something physical that isn’t instant death.” I pointed at one of the medium‑value listings. “Red Streets Run. Team format. Urban terrain. We stay together, we see how the city moves, I see what I can and can’t budge outside of a boss arena.” Jax squinted at the description. *High-speed chase through modular districts. Obstacles, drones, rival teams. Points for takedowns and style.*

[The City's general Basketball court] City Basketball court was filled to the brim despite having the capacity of containing five thousand occupants. There was a colourful design as the fans stormed out in different colours and logos. Barry's team are known for their lightning-fast breaks and sharp three pointers, they have taken down a lot of teams in Florida but here, they were up against the WOLVES, the reigning champions of New York City, it sure wasn't going to be an easy game.

I open the bottle now, dump the blue tablets into my palm, and count them. Thirty. Back at my desk, I line the pills up one by one by one, like a little blue army. I log in onto F******k, and try going to Charlotte's page where someone from school has posted--! Beep! That was a notification from Battle Royale. It appears that I have a new challenger. Out of all the nights, tonight's the worst time to play online multiplayer. But once I read the username, it is an unusual name (that's what I think).

Sitting on the bed, I prepare myself for what he knows. "So, there are two things. The Wolf Game is what you have seen where the werewolves fight. It actually has a name. People refer to it as the game, mostly, ‘The Wolf Game’." For it to have a name means this isn't small and simple. "What else did you find out?" "We might not need a test to confirm who you are. I'm getting information on the wolves that are kept there on show. Amazing fact: people pay hundreds to go in and see those wolves!"