Superhuman Battlefield Novels & Stories

BOOOOM! The five hundred year old pure Chi energy shield shattered into smithereens in three seconds under the onslaught of Chloe Vanguard's trillion dollar capitalist capital. Hundreds of Obsidian Fang hybrids, now fully funded by Vanguard, barged in with thousands of elite troops of pure European wolves led directly by pure Alexander Sterling!

Glowing amber runes—Scarlett’s defensive arrays—pulsed along the gauntlets and chest plates, while Caleb’s Alpha-silver energy hummed in the kinetic boosters on their legs. They were the Star-Forged. A terrifying, beautiful hybrid of a sci-fi super-soldier and an ancient cultivation war-god. "Try it," Caleb ordered the recruit. The boy looked at his armored fist. He didn't punch a dummy. He simply aimed at a distant, frozen boulder and engaged the 'Sovereign Strike' mechanism. CRACK. A beam of condensed kinetic energy, wrapped in a spiral of golden Daoist lightning, shot from his gauntlet. The boulder didn't just shatter; it was atomized, leaving a smoking crater of glass behind.

When she looked up, Phoebe and dad were staring at her and smiling. "What are you guys looking at?" Kimberly asked. "We were kinda worried that you would have trouble getting back to your normal self." Hillary said. "Yes" Phoebe agreed. "If I were in your shoes, and went through what you went through, I would be... I don't know... Traumatized right now... I guess we both forgot just how strong you are" Kimberly smiled. "Well, it's going to take more than a group of idiots to break me. All I want right now is to put the whole thing behind me and just continue with my life. I don't even want to remember that this happened"

Audella stated as she watched the two. Exciting? How is witnessing someone suffer exciting? "Isn't he gonna surrender or something? He might die in suffocation." Eleonna commented worriedly. Celeste chuckled at this. "I'm afraid the word surrender doesn't exist on Shaun's vocabulary," she said as she watched Shaun struggle to break free. "You see, Fumiya is the best in terms of fighting among us. He's fast, strategic, and undeniably strong."

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“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.

She was my anchor, my reason for fighting, and I would do whatever it took to ensure her well-being. The war raged on, each blow, shot, or clash of steel sent shockwaves through my body. The battlefield soon became a valley of death. The ground stained crimson with the blood of fallen enemies and mates. As the battle continued, I watched in horror as my father-in-law’s forces unleashed their secret weapon: the rogues. These were the same humans we had encountered in the factory, now transformed into monstrous creatures driven by ruthless aggression and control. The sight of these enhanced beings filled me with a sickening feeling. They tore through our ranks with brutal strength, their enhan

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

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.

The battlefield itself seemed to respond to the heroes' unity, the very elements bending to their will. Amidst the chaos and intensity of the battle, the heroes' mastery over their unique abilities emerged as a beacon of hope. It was their skills, honed through trials and tempered by camaraderie, that ultimately paved the way for their victory. And as the dust settled, their breathing ragged but spirits unbroken, they stood as a testament to the power that could be harnessed when hearts and talents united in the face of