Thragg Vs Battle Beast Novels & Stories

Satisfied with Sarrtina's malicious attack on Zaralina, Soliaire starts to come for me again but this time I'm ready for him. He attempts to grab me, no doubt to continue his cruel torture. But I don't give him the chance to touch him, I unleash all my powers on him, just like Aurora would, and send him flying across the room. "Master!" Sarrtina gasps, the unfamiliar sight of her master being losing the upper hand startling her. But she doesn't have time to come and help him redeem himself because Zaralina quickly takes advantage of her momentary distraction to pounce on her and finally take control of the fight.

"Stop playing tricks. Who do you think you are? Do you think you can compare to Rachel? I'm telling you. Today, you will sign this regardless." At that moment, the last shred of hope in my heart was completely extinguished. "And what if I don't sign?" I looked at them coldly. "You won't sign? Then, don't blame us for what happens next!" Tamara sneered, her eyes full of malice. "Men, strip her. Take some indecent photos of her. I'd like to see how she'll keep her chin up in public after this." Several bodyguards grinned wickedly as they closed in on me. Some even began pulling at my clothes, trying to humiliate me.

"YOU HAVE REMOVED THE LIMITER. THE BEAST IS NO LONGER CAGED. IT IS EVERYWHERE." A massive, shadowy shape began to rise from the top of the Thorne Tower. It was bigger than any monster we had seen in the Mirror. It was a Beast made of smoke and city-lights, and its eyes were as large as houses. The final war had truly begun.

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.

She was part of that pack. But now... she was also part of his. She was fighting to protect Mia. And that was something he would be eternally grateful for. The battlefield was hell. Screams. Bites. Black magic. Blood and fire. And at the center of it all, the desire for possession. For domination. For Mia. The excitement of battle seemed to fuel Thunder like pure adrenaline. And in one swift motion, he lunged at one of Derick's henchmen and—in a single blow—ripped the creature's head off.

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.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

The battle became both chaotic and terrifying because of its unpredictable nature. The Night-Thralls fought with the same pain-blind, suicidal aggression as Elder Thorne's army, but they possessed superior speed and strength because of their vampire venom power. Liam commanded, "Keep the lights on them." The Thralls experienced light burns which made their red eyes shut down their ability to attack because they could not see the bright UV flashlights.

Kael met it with renewed fury, his claws finding purchase in the gaps of its plating. Thorne and Eira coordinated a flanking maneuver, while Lyra’s mother added her own whispered spells to weaken the beast’s movements. The fight became a brutal dance of survival and defiance, blood soaking the earth and howls filling the night. Slowly, painfully, they wore it down. Kael delivered the final blow, driving his claws deep into the exposed core beneath its chest plating. The creature convulsed once, twice, then collapsed with a shuddering sigh that seemed to echo through the trees.