Roast Battle Words Novels & Stories

The people shouted in rhythm. You are nothing but a coward. If you are really the wolf they all know, then fight me. Fight me wolf people to them, Nathan, is a coward and not you. Emily screamed on top of her voice, giving the people the type of feeling and vibe they like, and that is fighting.

“I want to go.” He narrowed his eyes on me before clenching his jaw tightly. “Alright, you ten will be first,” he said, gesturing to me and nine others. “You make a kill and bring it back here. If you don’t bring it back here, it won’t count toward your kills. And there will be no stealing from each other or hurting each other in the forest. On your marks, get set, and GO!”

My wolf stirred, humming through my veins, reminding me that I was no longer Silver, weak and defenseless, but Iris, Beta of Oakwood, alive with speed, agility, and instincts honed to perfection. “Are you ready, Iris?” called a deep, steady voice. I turned to face my opponent. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing amber eyes, Rovan, one of Oakwood’s veteran warriors, smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” he teased, shifting into a combat stance. “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of the elders.” I clenched my fists, fire building in my chest. “I’m not nervous,” I replied, my voice steady. “I’m focused. And I won’t hold back.”

Aurora's voice echoed across the battlefield. "Fight for those you love." The silver light spread through our ranks. "Fight for your future." A roar erupted from eleven thousand throats. Then the enemy charged. A black wave of wolf shifters, rogues, and dark warriors flooded across the valley. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Their snarls filled the air. Their claws tore through the earth. They came like a tidal wave. I smiled. Let them come. The distance vanished. Fifty yards. Forty. Thirty. Twenty. Ten. Impact. The armies collided with enough force to shake the valley.

Raff roared loudly in response, increasing his aggressiveness as he continued his unrelenting onslaught. In the thick of the battle, Rolf's wisdom shined through. He had researched his opponent, scrutinizing every move and approach, and it had paid off. Surprisingly, his cool and measured attitude gave him the upper hand. Raff, on the other hand, let his emotions to drive his actions, allowing wrath to fuel his blows. This outlandish display of anger simply helped to emphasize Rolf's supremacy. Rolf exploited Raff's weakness by utilizing his own momentum against him. Rolf slipped beneath Raff's ferocious punches, landing a deadly hit to his opponent's midsection. Raff collapsed to the ground

His clenched teeth unwound as a deafening roar escaped his throat and shook the battlefield, and one could not help but marvel at the change a few simple words could bring! *ROAR*

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.

I started as I stuffed my face, “where are we going?” “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I rolled my eyes at her words but her dismissal of my question worried me. All morning, she’d been different. First, she tells me to invite my one-night stand to dinner, then she doesn’t do her usual sermon, then she makes me breakfast. Whatever she was planning, she sure was buttering me up well. “Mom,” I said, mustering the most sincere look I could. “You haven’t poisoned me have you?”

The dark clouds crackled with ominous energy, amplifying the intensity of the battle. "You think taking the book away from me is enough to defeat me?" Charles sneered, his eyes flashing with a newfound sense of power. "You underestimate the depth of my abilities. Prepare to witness true darkness." The swirling clouds grew thicker, enveloping Richard and Roger in an impenetrable shroud of uncertainty.

“I think they are…” He pauses for a moment. Then he says a word I have never heard before. “Gravemaw Rogues, Even if you kill them all, they'll definitely get you bitten even just a little, and that would be a disaster” he said and then he added “Run!”