Roast Battle Words Novels & Stories

"Retreat," the rogues seemed to know that they were losing the battle, but their leader thought otherwise. "No, we fight on," he bellowed. As the fight wore on, the battlefield became a maelstrom of chaos and fury. The clash of steel and the roar of magic reverberated through the clearing, painting a picture of desperation and valour. As terrified as I was, I stood alongside my fellow wolves, my heart swelling with pride at their unyielding bravery and resilience.

The words they exchanged were sharp, cutting into each other's hearts, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed. Finally, exhausted by the relentless battle of words, Ryder and Ryker locked eyes once again. Their resolve was unyielding, their determination unwavering. They knew that words alone would not settle this dispute. It had to be settled physically. Without a word, they stepped towards each other, their fists clenched tightly. The air crackled with anticipation as the room fell into an eerie silence. The brothers were prepared to engage in a physical battle, to let their fists speak for them and determine once and for all who was the better brother.

as many eyes as I could, “Listen up! Today we are fighting a war that we shouldn’t be having to fight. I want to thank you all for the loyalty you have shown me over the years and are showing my Luna. It has been an honor being your Alpha and I hope today of all days I can make you proud to be apart of the Rosewood pack! Today we will fight and some of us might not come home. Some of us might be scarred from this war, but do not worry! I will lead us valiantly and strongly and we will make it out. I need everyone to shift. When I howl, that means it is time to go. Are you with me Rosewood?!” A loud roar came from my pack as I stared at them all. This is what being an Alpha is all about. Thi

"Or maybe to yourself rather." Roan opened his arms and showed the scars that ran up and down them. "I have been battle tested before, and I am better than all the man here. You say we aren't warriors but I dare you to put some of your elite soldiers in the ring with me and see if they'll come out alive." The rest of the fighters cheered and banged their hands in the benches and tables, creating noise. "Enough!" Master Riven's voice boomed. "You might be the heir to the throne of Claw Pack, but here, Roan, know your place! Or you might just get your wish."

Every strike, every parry, every movement was a dance of survival and dominance. I caught glimpses of faces—rogues I didn’t recognize fully, but symbols I knew, remnants of my past that sent a shiver through me. They had come for me, personally. They had waited for this moment, and now they had their chance. The battle was brutal, chaotic, and unrelenting. Pack members clashed with rogues in the snow-covered forest, magic flaring, claws tearing, teeth flashing. My wolf roared, a sound of fury and defiance, and I let her guide me, unleashing every ounce of strength, speed, and ferocity I possessed.

Rowan growled through his shifting throat, “and you start a war without me.” “This wasn’t in the plan!” I shouted back. “When has anything ever been in the plan with you two?!” The battle turned frantic. Rogue wolves swarmed us from every direction. My power flashed, arcs of glowing force ripping through shadows, each strike fueled by adrenaline and sheer terror. Jeffrey moved like a storm. His claws tore through corrupted wolves, his snarls echoing through the cavern. Rowan fought back-to-back with him, their movements synchronized, as if they had fought a thousand battles together.

RUMBLE RUMBLE ZRSSSSHHHH! AAAAAAH! CLANG! CRASH! “The Black Witch!” “Take cover!” Swords, spears, even shields, and armored body parts rained down on the battlefield. Anything that was heavy and strong enough that could be used as weapons floated up into the air and then rained down like comets. It was not enough to stop them, though. Many of them were , and they could push forward even when it was raining weapons.

“What do you mean, ‘sabong’?” The young man scratched the back of his neck this time. Yrah was tempted to ask him if he was allergic to something or needed flea powder. “You know, like a cockfight. Two roosters tearing away at each other until the other one can’t fight anymore. People bet on which rooster wins. A cockfight, doktora. This was just a circuit fight, not a big night. You’d know if it were a big night. So try not to worry, doktora.” He looked very ill at ease. “You might have nightmares.”

My sister, who now seemed to want to crush my bones, once fought tooth and nail against bullies who mocked me at school. That was the only ray of light I clung to in the endless darkness of my life. Therefore, I gritted my teeth and willingly became invisible. But now, that light had turned into a blade that cut deep into my heart. "You still won't admit it? You were the only one who went into the kitchen. If it wasn't you who poisoned him, who else could it be?" Violet bellowed as she bent down, grabbed the pure silver amulet I wore on my neck, and yanked it off forcefully.

“Besides, it is common curtsey to give a name to your attack.” Johan snorted. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, a battle cry is enough to warn people that you’re attacking, but telling them exactly what you’re attacking with next? That’s stupid!” “Well... it doesn’t sound half as intimidating without a proper name...” Xander tried pulling away from Johan again. “Oh, so it’s just used to sound intimidating?” Johan looked thoughtful. “Okay then, ‘magma whip’!” Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages.