Super Human Battlefield Novels & Stories

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

"You aren't taking me back alive!" Rachel shouted. Just then Rachel transforms into her wolf. Jared does the same. They fight and he rips her throat out. Brady stands watching it all. Dax realizes that Brady just witnessed their secret. "Brady?" Dax asked. "What the actual fuck??" Brady demanded. "I can explain." Dax replied. "Yeah, ok." Brady scoffed. "We're all werewolves." Dax explained. "No shit! Ya think?" Brady retorted. "Does mom know? Is she one also?"

My weightless body was dragged across the ruined city and down into an underground fortress. The place was brightly lit and buzzing with life. A massive party was underway, thrown to celebrate Beckett's recovery. In an apocalypse ravaged by zombie attacks, they had somehow managed to find colorful ribbons, balloons, and a massive cake. Dad stood on a platform, beaming as he raised his glass to the crowd. "A toast to our hero and the future of humanity, Beckett! We have successfully extracted a perfect antibody from his blood." The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

The drone crashes to the ground in a shower of twisted metal and dying green sparks. I stand in the middle of the battlefield, chest heaving, blood and ash coating my skin, watching my mate bring the sky down. Sienna is barely standing. Golden light still crackles around her hybrid form, claws extended, her eyes still glow faintly. She just tore through the final wave like it was nothing. The government forces arrived in time to witness the end of it.

He turned to the project overview page as the group made their way to the armory in the next room. “Project Humanity’s Last Resort, HLR, funded by Daniel Shirker, was a secret government operation that served as a reset button for the world. It would trigger a chain of natural disasters that would wipe out all of humanity. In order to restore life after the event. Project HLR established around 151 bunkers across the United States to hold both people and animals during the events of this project and release them once the state of the planet returned to a suitable environment to live in. These bunkers were known as Noah’s Arks. Between the 151 bunkers, Project HLR planned to save up to one mi

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.

--- The entity pulsed faintly beside her. --- Still holding balance— --- But barely. --- Because the battlefield was no longer something it could stabilize. --- This— --- Belonged to them now. --- To humans. --- To choices. --- To survival. --- And as the silent war spread deeper into unseen spaces— One final truth became impossible to ignore: --- This battlefield had no borders. --- No rules. --- No mercy. --- And the longer it remained unseen— --- The deadlier it would become.

The places were limited for people who wanted to enter Sage Battlefield. According to the previous practices, every time Sage Battlefield opened, the top Human Tribe and Demon Tribe forces in Northern Region would reach an agreement, respectively allocating places for their people to enter the battlefield. Since Human Tribes were weaker on the whole, in the allocation process, they would receive a lot fewer places on the battlefield. It was rumored that this time, Human Tribes got 3,000 places while Demon Tribes earned 7,000...

The Battlefield The lab became a meat grinder of technology and rage. Sentinel 01 lunged at the Reapers, his metallic skin absorbing the sonic blasts with a rhythmic thud-thud-thud. He swung his heavy arms like pendulums, shattering the tactical helmets of the Old Guard’s men. Caspian used the distraction to reach Jade. He wrapped his arm around her waist, bracing her as she struggled to stay upright. The violet light in her eyes was fading, replaced by a grey, deathly pallor.

I knew the sight was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the love and light that had enveloped us thus far. With a heavy heart, I began to explain the purpose behind this daring experiment. The government had sought to create a formidable force, a breed of superhuman soldiers capable of shifting seamlessly between human and werewolf form. These creatures, if successfully controlled, could possess unparalleled strength, speed, and instincts, offering a new era of military dominance.