Superhuman Battlefield Novels & Stories

And can easily beat you by confusing you. Nana Anderson. The fourth daughter of her family was acting as if there were no rules and no authority. As well, she is beautiful. Her own skills and abilities are those of technology. If anything, she was an expert at doing what she loved most. She can hack into any computer's, create a virus on your system, and log out without anyone noticing that. When it came to communicating with people and technology, she was great. Not to talk of fighting. She wasn't the type to accept defeat easily, but she was very strong and determined. Natasha Frank. Nick named Sasha, a young, pretty girl who prefers to hide her female body shape from that boy (tom boy). S

Zayn remained silent. The Queen continued to speak, “The invincibilis state is already a breakthrough to nature’s limits upon humanity. There are billions of people in this world but only a few invincibilis fighters. On the other hand, a Level-3 invincibilis fighter is a godlike superhuman. Though they won’t be able to break the laws of physics or fly, the fighter is all-powerful and capable of many other feats. It may be the end of the path, but it is enough.”

Next day Lauren woke up early so that he can go and see who is gonna be his next opponent and the type of battlefield he will be fighting in. He went to the place where he checked in yesterday, he walked in to see that the place is filled with trainers even though it's early, he walks towards a receptionist and checks in himself. Lauren "Who is going to be my next opponent?" Lauren asks and presses the button as the computer starts to generate the battlefield and an opponent for his next battle, as the selection box stops it displays Rock type battlefield and his opponent is a lady named Kassandra.

They weren't even just elite special forces operators with years of combat experience. They were something else entirely. Something beyond human. Genetically modified superhumans created in government laboratories using technology that officially didn't exist. The kind of monsters that could catch bullets with their bare hands, see in complete darkness, and snap necks like twigs. They could run faster than cars, jump higher than buildings, and fight like entire armies compressed into a single body. And Jason Wolfe was one of them.

They moved to the next across the battlefield one road at a time until they finally found another team of Alphas. This one had a fireman working at the floor. The Alphas surrounded him with guns at the ready and one extra person. Tom signaled and his men fired. The spare Alpha extended his hand and electricity shot forth. It hit the power armor, powering it up. The Alphas drew back in surprise as the power armor hummed with renewed energy. It deflected the bullets back at the Alphas. They dipped and dived away while his men shot. Tom smiled.

The reinforced soil of Zandor wasn't even dented by her slap, displaying just how amazing the Battlefield Mode was! General Siwa moved swiftly, and at the right time too; for her back had hardly left the ground when an earth spike as thin as a cicada's wing yet with the length of three men stacked together, sprouted from the ground and pierced the air. The sharp sound produced from its flash with the surrounding wind elements was akin to the sound produced from two clashing blades. This was a spike so sharp that General Siwa who didn't doubt Panther wondered if she would be unscathed from such a strike.

he said The character I am playing has more depth than what I excepted, not only is she the best friend the the female protagonist but she a hidden step-sister to her as well, she is also sick mentally but in denial, for some reason, I can't wait for us to start filming maybe because I get to beat up Amber in many scenes so far, I can already smell the fun I'm about to have with this character.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Xander was a towering presence, his ice-blue eyes filled with a primal fury as he swept through the battlefield, his strikes precise and devastating. Vivi lost track of time as the battle raged on, her focus narrowing to the task at hand. She could feel the Starfire pulsing within her, a steady rhythm that guided her movements and bolstered her mates' efforts. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a united front against the chaos that threatened to engulf them.

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.