Ultimate Showdown Novels & Stories

This will be Summer I, II, and III. After that, the monsters and the sprites encounter each other. And they begin clashing with one another. Soon it escalates, and the trees and bushes will reveal themselves as warriors. And war will break out. Everyone will fall over, and Marie (the last survivor) will collapse and die from her injuries. The war will be in Autumn. The peak of the war and Marie's end will be showcased in Winter I.

"Where would we go?" He didn’t answer. The next day, he was gone—not dead, just vanished. No one mentioned him again. The day of the final test, Vasily gathered the four of us in the yard. "Today, you prove your worth," he said, tossing a single knife into the dirt. "Last one standing joins the Bratva." In that second, the thought of brotherhood vanished from our minds. The only thing we thought about was survival. Ivan lunged first, but Sergei was faster. His blade flashed, and Ivan choked on his own blood.

I tell him, and he waves me off. “You knew I was fine,” he mutters. “Just needed a bit of time to heal.” Nodding, I pass the note to him and listen as he reads it aloud, “I, Alpha Roman Enders, challenge Alpha Thorne Blackwood to a fight for land and title. If Blackwood loses, Enders will collect his land and title, and if Blackwood wins, vice versa.” They think I’m weak, and Enders has decided to challenge me instead of continuing our peaceful talks like I’d hoped.

The room went completely still Because that voice did not belong to any ally And what followed would not be negotiation It would be the end of balance The final player had just entered the board And everything we thought we were controlling was about to be taken away ⸻

In the same breath, Howard's opponent, an elderly assailant, found himself airborne from the force of Howard's palm strike, hurtling through the air for a good 40 to 50 meters before slamming into the ground, his skeleton a jigsaw of fractures and breaks. "Not... Not bad, Master Howard, truly formidable. I accept my defeat... To die by your hand is no disgrace..." The old man gasped for air, his voice strained as he lay crumpled on the earth. "But don't get too cocky... It won't be long before you join us down below… "Anyone who dares cross the Dark Shady Cartel is signing their own death warrant, history has shown us that much… "I'll be waiting for you on the other side!"

Derek was nearby too, watching us fight — no — he was coordinating the whole fight, controlling every ultima. I heard a chuckle. “Enough playing around. We don’t want our audience to get bored, do we?” Derek’s voice. “Last command. Go… berserk… Damen!” I widened my eyes and started looking around frantically. The ultima who was standing in the middle of the crater lifted his dark eyes to me. I flew in the air and hovered above him, feeling the blood cool in my body. I just had a feeling — this really sad and strong feeling that —

Not happy endings. **************************************************

My lips attempted to form another self-accomplished, shit-eating grin, but the muscles in my face refused to comply, and I was stuck somewhere between a constipated smile and a cry for help. Vladislav and Anatoly were still above the podium—or so I thought. I could barely see anything from behind the curtain of blood dancing across my eyes. God, I was so exhausted. But still, I had a chance of destroying Malcom Reece now. I had fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now Vladislav Moroz must fulfill his. The sharp clang of metal snapped me from my thoughts, the loud echo ricocheting through the bloodstained arena. The cage door flew open, and in came fury personified—with a mask.

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Toward whatever waited there. "Are you geared up for this?" Damien asked. "No. But when have we ever been ready?" Her phone rang. Unknown number. Again. She answered. Her grandfather’s voice. "Hello, granddaughter. I hear you’ve been busy making deals. How ambitious of you. But I’m afraid it’s all for nothing. The game is over. I’m activating the final protocol. Project Endgame. Every major city. Every financial center. Everything burns in three hours. Unless—" "Unless what?"