Thragg Vs Battle Beast Novels & Stories

The walls were spotless and had art of famous Tangent battles on them and the ceiling was incredibly high with expensive chandeliers hanging from it a few feet apart which gave the black marble floor beneath his feet an ethereal gleam. His walk was interrupted as he came to a stop to look at his favorite depiction of a Tangent battle, the name of the piece was “Pure Dominance” A little intense, but he liked it. The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power.

beta Samual, Blaze, Storm, and Rain shifted, teeth bared. Thorn's voice echoed through the night. "Baron, your presence is unwelcome." The darkness seemed to pulse, Baron's presence stood still, he knew that voice. Shadows twisted, his army emerging. Baron's sneer cut through the night. "Thorn, your reign ends tonight." Thorn's eyes blazed. "You'll never claim my realm." He laughed. Battle cries erupted as the packs clashed. Dark magic exploded, shaking the earth. Ryker, Gage, Samual, Blaze, Storm, and Rain fought valiantly. Kira, Mom, and Alpha shielded our young. Alpha Roland and Thorn led the charge, their strength unmatched.

Of course he did. But it cost him. And that was enough. Behind us, the battle raged on. And then— Something shifted. A presence. Familiar. Dangerous. Torag. He stepped into the fight like he had been waiting for this moment, his eyes scanning the chaos, calculating, measuring. “You’ve made quite the mess,” he said. No one answered. No one had time. He moved fast. Striking without warning, cutting through Darkbreeds and wolves alike, his power was undeniable.

Other warriors followed, armed with whatever silver objects they could grab candlesticks, plates, ceremonial daggers. The beast turned on them, its massive form swelling with Obsidian's power. But silver was anathema to shadow magic, and when twenty Bloodfang warriors struck simultaneously, their weapons blazing with pack-bond magic, even Obsidian's strongest creation couldn't withstand the assault. The anchor beast exploded into darkness that washed over them all like a wave of ice water. And throughout the pack house, every other shadow beast collapsed. Outside, Marina heard Silvain's triumphant roar. The beasts attacking his warriors had just vanished, leaving Obsidian standing alone in t

Gamma Thorne let out a low, menacing growl, the sound rippling through the air. His massive frame tensed, prepared to unleash the fury of his position upon the intruders. The skirmish erupted into chaos, a flurry of fur and flashing teeth. Claws tore at the earth, kicking up debris as combatants grappled for dominance. Each member of our group showcased their prowess-Paul with his calculated strikes, Gamma Thorne with his brute strength, and Elara with her swift, darting movements that left adversaries bewildered in her wake.

I could see everything, thhe Shadow God’s tendrils binding him, the endless abyss whispering lies, the buried agony masked by power. “You monstrous fiend who has oppressed my people,” I murmured, my eyes glowing with golden fire. “I will destroy you before you can harm them again.” Thorne roared and shoved me back with a blast of black energy. The relic throbbed violently in my hand. Then he smiled cruelly. “Very well,” he hissed. “You want a battle of gods?” He raised both hands, and shadows surged around him swift, sharp, relentless. I barely had time to react.

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.

Her inner wolf was already in the verge when Slate decided to interrupt her thought… Or more of mock her more. “So, he won. Any words to say, Seline?” Slate playfully commented as he stood by her side. They were both staring at Denver, who had thrown a knockout punch to Brion – who was already sleeping on the ground. And as a matter of seconds, Denver followed and fell to the cold ground, too. Yes, he won this battle, and she was certainly upset at how the heck it turned out that way. Not to mention that she didn’t see his beast taking over from him. She knew that she could trigger him with that.

Alex, a whirlwind of power, his fists and feet breaking bones and snapping necks, moved like a force of nature, untamed and relentless. Thana's eyes blazed with anger as one by one, her monstrous creations fell, their bodies dissolving into nothingness under the might of their attackers. The battle was over in moments, and where her army of darkness once stood, now lay only smoldering remains. The air sizzled with the aftermath of their power, and the trio stood victorious, their chests heaving as they surveyed the destruction.

Lynn decided to focus on fighting the four Divine Beasts. Titanzilla took a huge step forward toward the four Divine Beasts, who were led by Thorne. Every step it took shook the earth. The mountains rocked, and the monster left massive footprints in the ground. Thorne was a leader of the new generation of the Sky Dragon Clan. He was a stage-seven martial celestial god. He had ample vital energy. After launching a joint attack with the other three, he saw Lynn coming after them furiously. He immediately used his technique to make a speedy escape. Thorne instantly appeared miles away from where he was. Chase and the others used the opportunity to launch attacks on Titanzilla.