Thragg Vs Battle Beast Novels & Stories

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

*Boom* *Clank* *Bang* Several stomping and clanking sounds filled the battlefield. Since there were only experts and powerful Magical Beasts left fighting, even a second was enough to determine the outcome of a fight. Almost all the High Class Magical Beasts had been slain, and of the Predators, only Arthur, Frowning Tiger, Rash Tiger, Domineering Tiger and Beast Tiger were left standing. The rest were either injured and had retreated, or dead with the ability to raise a weapon no more.

Maxim lunged first. The earth shattered under his leap as his body half-shifted, claws ripping through gauntlets, bones breaking and reforming as the Beast within surged forward. He struck like a storm, fang and oath driving him. Ruby met him with shadows made solid, her arms like blades of night. The clash rang across the Vale like a bell tolling the death of kingdoms. Claw tore shadow. Shadow pierced flesh. Ash spiraled in storms around them, driven by the force of each strike.

"Hmph!" Gunnr swung his blade. The strike was brutal, enveloping both Ray and Travis. Ray had no choice but to use Exile on both of them, just to deflect the edge of the attack. Blade after blade, Gunnr struck with a cold, mocking grin. "I can swing like this all day. Can you keep using your powers nonstop?" He wasn't bragging. Beast-types were essentially upgraded combat-types. Their advantage was insane explosive power and seemingly limitless endurance. When Gunnr claimed he could slash all day… he absolutely meant it.

Her eyes were fierce, every movement a precise strike born of years surviving in the shadows. Ying fought with calculated fury, her blade carving a path through chaos. Each swing was deliberate, a testament to her will and the pain that forged her. --- The battle raged fiercely, but the true terror came when the Creed’s shadow beasts broke free. Chains shattered, iron doors splintered, and from the cages poured creatures of nightmare — hulking forms twisted by dark magic, eyes glowing with unnatural fire. They tore into the defenders without mercy, flesh and spirit ravaged in equal measure.

Arrows bounced off harmlessly, spears passed through its shadowy form without resistance and even when a group of warriors coordinated a strike with blessed weapons—supposedly effective against dark magic—the blades barely left marks that healed instantly. "Fall back!" someone shouted. "Everyone fall back!" But there was nowhere to run. The Beast was too fast, and it was singularly focused on reaching Lyra. I saw her on the ridge with her gather light between her hands. The silver glow was weaker than before—she'd already spent so much power in the battle. But she faced the Beast anyway, alone and defiant, and released everything she had left. The beam of light struck the creature square in

Despite his agonised roar, Thorne held his ground, his strength merciless and unwavering. With my heart thumping, I clambered to my feet while gripping my bleeding shoulder. It was like watching two storms collide as they battled. Thorne's blows were quick and accurate, displaying the full force of an Alpha. However, the monster—no, the scientist—was more powerful, quicker, and more careless. Mid-battle, his body twisted and reshaped, his claws lengthening, his scent getting stronger by the moment. The monster only landed on all fours, smiling, after Thorne hurled him across the room. "Alpha, you're strong. However, in the face of perfection, strength won't matter.

He seldomly held himself, rolling to his feet with a growl, his silver eyes piercing with precision. With their weapons gleaming in the moonlight, Garrick and the other fighters surrounded the beast and entered the battle. However, as they got closer, the beast roared in agony, and all of a sudden, the shadows surrounding it grew larger, their tendrils slashing out like whips. With a strangled scream, one warrior was flung into the night, his body vanishing into thin air. My breath caught. This wasn’t a normal creature. This was something ancient. Something that shouldn’t exist.

They weren’t just glowing, no…they were burning. How could anyone be a match for this thing? That would be impossible. Nate chuckled, as if he had already accepted our fate. “We are so…fucked.” The shadow beast let out a howl so deep I nearly lost my balance. Thorne circled above the beast, and black feathers fell from the sky right before he dove straight into the shadow’s back. Huge horns tore out of the creature’s skull, and that was when my stomach dropped. “He’s right. We are…” Trinity agreed.

The Shadowstone's power coursed through the twins, amplifying their abilities. Ravenswood's army wavered, overwhelmed by the twins' synchronized assault. The dark lord snarled, summoning his most powerful minion. A gargantuan beast emerged, its darkness-pierced heart glowing red. Tristan and Rosalind combined their strengths, striking the beast's heart. The Shadowstone's energy surged, shattering the beast's core. Ravenswood's army collapsed, defeated. The dark lord faced the twins, enraged. "You may have won this battle," Ravenswood spat, "but the true war has just begun."