Skylanders Bash Novels & Stories

Chelsea launched another attack, whipping her arm forward to slam Skylar with another blast of wind. But Skylar didn't falter. She twisted out of the way with a fluid motion, her feet barely brushing the ground. She followed the ancient dance, instinctively, as if an invisible master led her steps. Her body moved in perfect harmony with the surrounding elements, each step gaining more control over the battle. Chelsea's face turned from confusion to frustration. She couldn't understand what was happening. She couldn't track Skylar's movements, which seemed both unpredictable and yet perfectly synchronized with a greater harmony.

Tougher than her brothers, she tried to prove that she was the best out of the three of them. “Good job, honey. I cannot wait to hear it. And I cannot wait to see you play soccer, buddy,” Caleb said before he was taking out something from his bag. Marina groaned as she knew that he will spoil the kids again. “Here is your present for your achievement,” he said before the triplet was looking at the new PS4 game. “Yes, Call of Duty,” they said before they were running to their playroom which consisted of all of their stuff that Caleb spoiled them with.

But for some reason, we get along. Bash owns multiple businesses all over the world. But among the wolf bloods, he is popular for manufacturing weapons made specifically to hurt paranormal beings, like werewolves. Which is why I’m here in his house at this unreasonable hour. My dad wants to make sure that I pay Bash a visit so we can stock up on our weaponry and ammunition.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Isolde brushed away the crumbs from his mouth with such care. The two of them looked so close, like they were in their own little world where no one else could step in. I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach and was about to walk away when a bunch of assassins in black jumped out of nowhere. I stepped back, asking them, "Who are you guys? What do you want?" The assassins looked at each other and then ran straight for me. Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad!

he said tightly. “You *had* it under control,” Bash corrected. “Then your ghost wife came back from the dead on live TV, and your favorite Russian stray started popping up around your building. Now?” He shrugged. “Now it’s a rodeo I’m not getting trampled in if I can help it.” I looked between them. “So you’re here to… help him?” I asked Bash. “Or to help yourself?” “Both, if possible,” Bash said. “If not, I’m flexible.”

A growl rumbled from the back of his throat, low, guttural, and quiet enough to tell Jayden that it wasn’t yet coming from malice. It was more of a warning. Fear flashed through Jayden’s eyes for a split second. Bash relished in the unpleasant emotion that was rolling off Jayden’s entire body. The same emotion Jayden had made Lilith feel just a few moments earlier. Bash was somehow pleased to get the same reaction out of Jayden. Jayden swiftly bared his neck into submission in front of Blaze. Bash used that ideal opportunity to swipe his claws at his neck to twist his head off his shoulders but Blaze held him back. Blaze forced himself to nod at Jayden before leaving the forest.

Bashar twisted, trying to pry my head off my neck. My claws found his throat. I latched on. I gouged. I ripped as deep as I could. Blood gushed but he didn’t stop. His jaws pressed harder. Darkness rushed around me. When I was going to die. A voice cut through the haze. “Alpha!” Dalton. He hit Bashar like a meteor. I didn’t see it happen. I only felt the weight leave my skull and the burning release in my neck as Bashar was knocked away. A human form hurled into the wolf general, it was Dalton, shifting mid-air, claws out, fangs bared.

[Hyacinth] Slate opens the trunk which flies open. Inside, curled up amongst the jumper cables and spare tires is Bash, who blinks up into the sunlight at the both of us, his eyes wide with shock, his mouth open as if he were about to start yelling for help. He was in the middle of tapping on the trunk door, lying on his back with his feet and clawed fingertips in the air. “Finally!” he stretches and his claws retract as he reaches his arms out to be picked up. “I was thinking you’d never find me!”

He looks at me and relays his findings. "...good, Sasu report back to the HQ and informed them we will entering the dungeon…Alehandro!..get ready, we're going in now!!..". Since the type of enemies that we will encounter in this venture were mostly undead, the weapon that will be our main arsenal is a Shotgun's and as for melee weapon, of course, I will be using a special customize mithril baseball bat, Alehandro also uses his customize war hammer. Some might think that a bladed weapon is effective against the undead enemies, in my opinion using a blunt weapon is much more effective, undead type of monster in Fantasma is 60% skeletal type, and unlike in the games and movies, skeleton type in