Superhuman Battlefield Novels & Stories

BOOOOOOOOOOM! The battlefield exploded outward. Soldiers were thrown from their feet. Trees vanished. Entire sections of mountain collapsed. The ocean itself rose into the air. Then silence followed. Heavy silence. Terrible silence. The kind that always comes after something world-changing. Then slowly— the light began fading. And everyone looked up. Immediately. Because there was only one question. One. Was he still there? Then Ava saw him first. A tiny figure suspended high above the battlefield. Still standing. Still alive.

In a fight against zombies, a second or two can be the difference between life and death. That’s why, in my past life, it wasn’t until the second year of the apocalypse that a base finally developed the Superpower Supplement Liquid, and it sold for an exorbitant price. It took thirty Crystal Cores of the same rank to trade for a single vial of Superpower Supplement Liquid, which could only restore thirty percent of one’s superpower. But its efficiency was incredible—it could restore that thirty percent in under ten seconds. Many squads would spend a fortune to buy one when they went out on missions, saving it to use in a life-or-death situation.

The battlefield loomed closer, and when I finally broke through the edge of the trees, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks. Chaos. The snow was no longer white but stained crimson, streaked with the blood of wolves, vampires, and rogues. Bodies littered the ground, their lifeless forms frozen in grotesque contortions. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp stench of death. Silver snarled, her ears flattening as we scanned the battlefield. My heart pounded as I searched for Asher, but I spotted Juan’s army first. His forces were locked in a brutal struggle, their wolves clashing with Killian’s rogues.

he begs him to stop, Tyler knew he that he was not only given the gift of super intelligence but he was strong too, he could easily take Larry out but he did not want any trouble with his parents. “I am not here for any deals Tyler, give me the Serum and I will leave your house” he says to him, his fist still begging to punch Tyler. “Let’s split the fortune equally after we sell it, that’s all Larry , lets share it equally” he says and now Larry hits him ruthlessly on the face, he hits him heavily and now Tyler choses to defend himself, with his strength he lifts Larry up from the floor they destroy everything in the room as they fight heavily, like two bulls fighting in a shed and finally T

she snarled. "Effective shot," Jian corrected. "We're not here to fight fair. We're here to win. To protect our family. To stop you from hurting anyone else." "Noble. Futile." Wolf moved to attack— River tackled her. Enhanced vs. enhanced. Subject Alpha vs. Subject 0001. The first and the latest. The prototype and the perfection. They fought with inhuman speed and strength. Destroying furniture. Breaking walls. Each strike enough to kill a normal human.

They're puppets. "Then we're doing them a favor by stopping them," Damian replied. Gamma's expression shifted slightly, the first hint of emotion I'd seen from any of them. "You presume capability exceeds reality," he said. "We are optimized. Enhanced. Superior to natural resurrection. You cannot win." "Let's test that theory," Damian said. And the battle began.

--- 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.

This person was a walking human shield even if they still bled, and Zen was slightly horrified. Zen knew them. He watched how merciless they were during the first battle royale. The “Shield” pretended to be weak, but when his enemies came for the kill, he would turn the tables around to bash their skulls open using his reinforced skull. Now that he thought about it, Zen was in a room full of monsters. Sasha could possibly be the only one who was human enough to be considered normal. Akiko sensed Zen’s thoughts and blinked. She lowered her voice and whispered to him as the human shield demonstrated his abilities.

Magic pulsed through my veins, healing energy gathering in my hands. “Cover the command post!” I shouted to Victor as I sprinted past. He nodded, already redirecting teams to compensate for my absence. “Delta Squad, reinforce the western perimeter!” his voice followed me out. “Charlie Team, fall back to position three!” The battlefield was pure chaos. Hunters and warriors clashed in brutal combat all around me. These weren't the enemies we'd trained for — their bodies were wrong, mutated by whatever Azrael had done to them. One rushed past me with six arms, each wielding a different weapon. Another seemed to phase between solid and smoke.

Elemental fury rained down, fire, ice, lightning, bathing the battlefield in chaos and hope. And then the Humans. Aaron didn't return but the warriors were all present. Their armoured trucks rumbled in with blazing headlights . Warriors spilt from them with grim expressions and weapons forged from both metal and artifacts. They fired glowing rounds, netting down hybrids with precision, working shoulder-to-shoulder with the supernatural without hesitation.