Novel & Cerita Thragg Vs Battle Beast

The frost beneath their feet cracked as they moved with practiced precision, eyes sharp and hearts pounding. From the edge of the frostlands, shadowy shapes began to emerge, twisted, malformed creatures that slithered and crept with unnatural grace. The shadow beasts were back, but this time they were different: sharper, faster, more cunning. Their eyes glowed like burning coals, teeth bared in snarls that echoed with otherworldly malice. The battle erupted like wildfire. Lyra’s blade ignited, flames licking her skin while frost crystallized at her feet, a deadly dance of fire and ice. She moved through the throng of shadow beasts with lethal grace, each strike shattering the dark creatures

a Lynx Lynch said. "A head for a head!" Shouted a Thogwart from behind, and his comrades joined in … "I will give my men what they want" said Thug as he fixed himself for battle. The Lynx Lynchs transformed just a little, they didn't have to tap into their full power, because Thogwarts were no match for them. Their eyes turned black and their iris changed to, and like a ring of fire, just like that of the Lynx. Reddish black veins appeared all over their body.

And when I sparred with him the first time I found that he was not only able to hold his own with me, unlike all my other men, but he truthfully created a challenge for me. Dragons were inherently stronger, faster and had senses that were twice as sensitive as the average Shifter which is why most assasination attempts involved large groups or poison. So for me, who everyone had praised to be a battle prodigy, to find anyone that actually made me work for a win… It was quite exciting.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

I could smell the blood, the taste of the sweet metallic taste against my mouth. “Stop. Please, make it stop,” I chanted in the dark. When the throb flared out, overflowing and overwhelming my senses, my entire body began to shake. My knees buckled. A wave of dizziness and nausea made white spots dance in my vision. The monster’s head rotates unnaturally, narrowed eyes glaring down at me. “Tell me who’s hurting you? And it will all be over.” “It’s S-Sean. Please, make this stop.” I sucked in deep breaths, heaving uncontrollably, and shivering in the cold.

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

Suddenly, the general battle resumes, as if his words were the signal his monsters needed to hear. This time, we all know it's ALL OR NOTHING. Now face to face with evil, my training kicks in. All those years of pent-up lessons in combat and mental strength will finally be worth it. Thanox is bigger than me in size, an unfair advantage, but I will try my best in using that advantage against him. Right before my eyes, the swirling smoke around him transforms into black tendrils that look like snakes. They converge on his hands before erupting with dangerous speed towards me.

A second shape pushed through the rift—bigger, darker, edges too wrong to name. Gabriel grabbed my arm. “Vera—” I felt the stone burn hotter. The power surged—bright, dangerous, mine. The battlefield waited. And the darkness answered.The beast reared back, roaring so loud the blood moon seemed to tremble. Crystal spikes erupted from the cracked earth—jagged, glowing, shooting upward like spears. One pierced through a Nightmoor wolf mid-leap, pinning him. Another sliced across a Starfang flank, forcing wolves to scatter. Screams mixed with howls. The line buckled again.

he shouted, his voice carrying even over the din. The advisor was already moving, weaving his hands through the air, chanting words I could not understand. Sparks of blue light crackled between his palms, growing brighter, louder, until with a cry he thrust them outward. Lightning split the air, striking one of the shadow-beasts square in the chest. It howled, writhing, before collapsing into smoke. But three more charged in its place. The ridge shook with fury. The battle was far from decided.

Rora seemed hesitant to tell me the story. Just at the mention of 'true mate,' I was down for the long story. "Was his mate someone in the pack?" I ask. "No. His true mate was a rogue and raised by hunters. Her name was Lillith," she said with a slight emphasis on the word 'rogue.' Rora didn't sound like she really liked Lillith a lot, and I was slightly curious as to why she used the word 'was' instead of 'is.'