Thragg Vs Battle Beast Novels & Stories

he growled. "Why don't you help?" Barbie retorted, totally ignoring his annoyed sigh. Blaise rolled his eyes. "Whatever." His back glowed and two sheathed swords appeared. Blaise stared at the beast and grabbed both hilt and unsheathed it, slashing diagonally across the opposite sides. In just a minute after Blaise decided to join in the fight, the beast crumpled down. Barbie was huffing. That beast was three times larger than her. Two times larger than Blaise. How in the name of Demetrius did he manage to defeat it in just a slash?

Ares, my original wolf, and another beast with the strength and fury of a thousand. I watch through the eyes of my own wolf as the new guy tears down the shrine, murdering everyone in his path. He can't tell the difference between friends and foes. Three of our warriors dies a gruesome death by his hands. My brother's Gamma is one of them. My own wolf feels fearfully stronger than he used to be. Yet he doesn’t try to stop the beast. Maybe he can't. It's hard to tell. I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, unable to gain control.

Thomas spun sharply at the exact right second, catching the rogue mid-leap and tearing its throat out with his jaws. ‘Thank you, Your Majesty,’ he sent back, sounding genuinely grateful. The battle raged on. We were clearly having the upper hand. Our warriors moved like a disciplined machine while the rogues fought like desperate, mindless beasts. Who the hell is their leader anyway? Blood painted the ground crimson under the floodlights. Howls of victory mixed with dying screams echoed throughout the open space. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and that awful rotting stench. I was breathing hard, claws dripping, when I suddenly saw them charging towards Adrian and I.

I circled wide, growling low, every hair on my body bristling as Caelan and Ven tore into the rogues with deadly precision. Ven was pure destruction, all muscle and snarl and brutal strength. He grabbed one by the collar and smashed him into the ground with a crack that sent birds fleeing from the trees. Caelan didn’t roar—he didn’t need to. He was silent, lethal. His wolf form was massive, a dark blur of silver and coal, fangs flashing as he locked jaws with the rogue who’d tried to pin me. Their bodies hit the ground hard, Caelan on top, claws ripping down the rogue’s side in a blur of motion too fast to follow.

The decision had already been made. Alpha Caius was a ruthless, unforgiving man that was feared across the south and beyond. His name alone was enough to turn the blood of warriors to ice. He was more than a leader, he was a force of destruction, a walking death sentence. His pack, the Blood Howl Crest, was forged in the fires of war and its members were born to fight and trained to kill. Alpha Caius was a wolf written in blood. Towering. Scarred. Merciless. He led every war himself, cutting through enemies like a blade through flesh.

They move like a storm without sound. They break through the treeline in a brilliant wave, power surging in their wake, and the battlefield responds. The black magic shrieks like it knows what’s coming. Some of the dark creatures twist and collapse. Others flee outright. Our warriors raise their heads, bloodied and gasping, and for the first time in days, they hope.

These were no ordinary creatures; they were twisted guardians, corrupted by an unknown force. A fierce battle ensued. Ethan, drawing upon his newfound training, fought with the ferocity of a cornered wolf. Maya, channeling the light of the guardians, unleashed bolts of energy that crackled through the air. Professor Thorne, her voice hoarse with exertion, used her knowledge of ancient texts to identify the guardians' weaknesses. Kael, wielding the guardian warrior's sword, a weapon imbued with an ethereal light, fought with an almost supernatural grace. The battle was brutal and unrelenting. The corrupted guardians, driven by an insatiable rage, proved to be formidable opponents. But the tea

Creed hissed while clenching his shivering arm, The earth shook the following second, and the figure of the beast blurred. Grisha and Creed's silhouettes flashed at the same time. As the three of them collided at the same instant, the surrounding air ripped to shreds and a shockwave erupted. The battle has finally begun. The spooky woodland darkness was illuminated by flaming strikes and sparkling flickers. Grisha's back wound wasn't totally healed, but her soul armas and berserk skill were infusing her body with strength beyond expectation. The same was valid for Creed, who was able to compensate for his injury with a spontaneous boost from the Catharsis.

The elf speaks from experience and is quick to get up from his spot and retreat to the patio that makes up the housing enclosures floors. “Alright. What are you going to tell Adae and Mudbrew once I know you on your ass old man?” Troy has a condescending tone but its all in good fun which makes the orc relish within the moment. The old veterans’ eyes shine from the prospect of having new blood entering the field that crafted men into soldiers. Both of the opposing men have an excitement within their eyes. “Reckon you will have to find out.” With that last sharp tongue lashing within the wind between them, the first strike is uplifted into the air. The power comes from the right fist of try,

Storm winced but didn't let go until the beast kicked him away and turned its attention back to Travis. Travis had regained his footing, his claws extending as he met the beast's next charge. He grappled with the creature, his muscles straining as they rolled through the dirt. The beast was fast, snapping and clawing, but Travis was fueled by a desperate rage. He punched the animal's ribs, feeling the bone give way, but it seemed to feel no pain.