Super Human Battlefield Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Why? What happened?” “That wretched good for nothing Ripper!” Dad cursed. “What did he do this time around?” I asked. “He attacked our betas and most of them are severely injured and undergoing critical treatments, including beta Harrison, our Alpha’s best friend.” “Oh!” I exclaimed, acting like I didn’t know. “That’s not good at all.” Mum snarled. “How I wish Alpha Dexter would kill off that murderous bastard before he ruins everything for us.” “Alpha Dexter?” I scoffed, remembering his shameful act of cowardice and betrayal.

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

"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 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...

Every ounce of power I've been holding back. I unleash it all. The energy explodes outward. Floods the entire battlefield. Touches every corrupted hybrid simultaneously. They scream. Convulse. The corruption burns away. Violently. Completely. In thirty seconds, sixty enhanced hybrids become sixty confused, terrified humans. Every single one. Neutralized. Saved. No longer threats. The battlefield goes silent. I lower my hands. Sway. That much power. That fast. It costs. But I don't fall. Don't show weakness.

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.