Novelas y relatos de Thragg Vs Battle Beast

Both beasts were evidently enraged. One of the beasts was called the Silver Beast. It was not as strong as the golden python, but it was still at the same level as the red fox. The other beast was called the Thunderflame Wolf, and it was around the same level of the Silver Beast. Both of them used middle ultimate god rank techniques. Calruz and Toren could work together against one, but they would not be able to deal with two at the same time. After the two of them used their attacks, they easily lured the two beasts toward Fane.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

However, the other two paid her no mind, kicking her in the chest and sending her flying. I had seen enough of this show and finally waved my hand. "How dare you come and go as you please in our royal cemetery?" As I spoke, the guards forming a circle suddenly charged toward the three males in the center. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Though the beastmen were formidable, I had deliberately brought many elite soldiers. Moreover, I fought with all the hatred from my previous life; each strike aimed to kill. The three were overwhelmed and had no choice but to transform into their beast forms, dragging the unconscious Victoria as they fled.

Blood glistened on the edges of his jagged teeth, his gaze darker and more feral than ever. "D-Darling… you're back," Celie stammered, her body trembling as she tried to force a show of wifely devotion in front of me. But the moment her hand reached for his arm, it snapped. A spray of scarlet arced across the screen. Gideon's eyes burned red. His jaws worked ceaselessly, chewing. "No!" The three of them screamed. In her terror, Celie shoved our parents forward, offering them up like sacrifices. "Darling, I was wrong! Eat them first. Please, not me! Eat them first!"

Maggie grunted, stepped forward and grabbed her by her long red mane. “AHH!” Valeen yelled as she swung her fists in the air. “Let go!” Maggie swung her around by her red mane with both hands tightly secured to her scalp. “I couldn’t find the toilet brush, but I guess this messy bush will do.” “Oh, God! You wouldn’t dare!”

I muttered, and summoned the storm magic. The sky answered. Thunder rolled like war drums as my hands sparked. Electricity coiled between my fingertips before I threw it forward, slamming the beast with a bolt that made the ground tremble. Damian was already moving. Graceful. Sharp. A blur of black and silver. His enchanted sword met the beast’s arm and sliced through flesh like water. Blood hissed as it hit the molten rock. Another monster lurched through the fog—this one leaner, fast, and made of what looked like glass and shadow.

"Your time is up, Leon. We're here to take back what you stole from us." Leon snarled, his followers bristling with aggression. "You'll regret this, Beauty." The battle began with a ferocity that took Beauty's breath away. Wolves clashed, their snarls and growls echoing through the forest. Beauty fought alongside her allies, her movements swift and precise. She felt a surge of power, her special bloodline giving her an edge. Leon was a formidable opponent, his strength and speed unmatched. But Beauty was not alone. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Gabriel and his pack provided crucial support, their unity a testament to their determination.

The worst kind of blessed. I glance at Thrystan, his stance unwavering as he prepares to confront the unknown men. While I trust in his combat skills, having witnessed his prowess in the Wreath, I'm unsure if he can outmaneuver them in this power struggle. As Thrystan assumes a defensive stance, preparing for the imminent clash, one of the assailants conjures a swirling ball of fire with malicious glee dancing across his features. My breath catches in my throat – they're Scorchers. Panic surges through me; their intention is to engulf him in flames.