Super Smash Bros Battlefield Novels & Stories

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

Within a blink of an eye, the vampire leader had the beta by the throat choking him. The other two vampires were already on the gamma pouncing on him. There was no one to help the others and they could not even send a mind link to the warriors outside. Within minutes half the furniture in the packhouse was broken in half. The battle inside was brutal, the beta and gamma could hold their own as they were of the higher ranks and were more skilled in battle.

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"

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.

Letting the world see it? That was a whole different battlefield.

My anger is almost uncontrollable as I thunder faster, harder towards the town centre. “We need to make the townsfolk scatter, this isn’t their battle,” Jacob mindlinked. “Agreed, Troy, you’re not from here, make some noise,” With a loud, aggressive and wailing howl Troy erupted. As our pace slowed, weaving through the streets now the collective terror of the several hundred townsfolk was palpable. Like a breeze, the fear of what was coming travelled and instinctively the circle around the cage widened. Within a minute there was a huge circle made, as if anticipating the upcoming battle.

"This is a Rank S dungeon! Finally, we're getting a new Rank S dungeon!" "But she looks like a total newbie…" "Seriously? Can newbies even join Rank S dungeons? Something must be wrong with the system, right?" "Wow, she got really unlucky this time. The final boss in Rank S is super terrifying! Countless expert players have died in Rank S dungeons!" What were these weird dialogues? Were they comments? I stared at the floating comments, clearly flabbergasted. It seemed that only expert players could join Rank S dungeons. How could a newbie like me possibly enter such a high-level dungeon?

Raymond replied. "Dad, it's my fault, if only I was ready, you would let me join you in battle, we should be fighting together to defend this empire, am sorry dad," Regal said, Raymond hugged Regal as he cried in his arm, "am sorry dad, am sorry" he cried.

“Our first match ladies and gentlemen is one that waters the mouth and wets the tongue. While many would assume that the first battle would be one that would prepare us for the highlights to come, the Barren Battlefield is no place for preliminaries. This is a warzone, and the first match is going to be just that!”