Vektal Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

He took his position at the blue line, his stick lowered, his thumb resting lightly above the blue ridge. "Maya, please begin," I spoke into the small earpiece hidden beneath my strawberry blonde hair. "Sequence one live in three, two, one," Maya’s voice buzzed in my ear from the security booth. Whirrrr-snap. The automated launcher fired a black puck skating hard across the ice toward Jaxson's right side. I watched his helmet jerk slightly, the double vision was clearly active but instead of swinging blindly, his lower hand slid down the shaft. His thumb slammed against the blue tape anchor.

And here I am—just one human girl, caught in their clutches. And their king? What haven’t I heard about him? His cruelty, his ferocity in battle, the way he takes what he wants without hesitation or mercy. No one knows his name; they simply call him the barbarian king. The world simply knows that he is a Firefang wolf, a breed born of radiation, known for their volcanic bites and lightning combats.

"The Vaals are a strong people with even stronger ties to their family. They resemble humans the most. They look like most of the people from the Earth's continent, Africa. They have three participants in this Harvest. All three are brothers. The Coks are next. They are a resourceful people. They come from a hot and sandy planet. They live primarily underground to avoid the heat and to be close to their water source. They have fifteen participants in this Harvest. Due to the harshness of their planet, they are known to be excellent fighters which is why they have so many. Their skin is a tan color. The Hassins have six fighters participating, and like us, they range in color. Their tones are

They exuded an intimidating aura. James was in the airship at the forefront, looking at the planet before him. Silvester pointed at the planet and said, “That’s Polaris.” “Mhm.” James nodded. At that moment, he asked Jabari, “Grand Emperors, how’s your strength recovering?” Jabari’s expression was grim. At that moment, he had yet to regain his peak form and was only a slight distance away. He said, “I haven’t fully recovered, but don’t worry. In the past, I have left behind an elixir. Once I consume it, my strength will return to its peak form. Though there might be lingering effects, there’s nothing much I can do at this point.”

What the hell was going on with that bloody vortex? Barbarian King was still in shock. He was startled to discover that the bloody vortex that had gathered on top of Sword Titan's head moved on to him quickly and started devouring him. Roar! Roar! Roar! The Barbarian King let out a howl of pain as the bloody vortex hovered above his head. At this critical moment, a figure suddenly dashed toward him at the speed of lightning and rammed into Barbarian King’s body, thus knocking him out of the bloody vortex.

There, the Ravens made sure to have them install the best armor they had access to. Though it was B-ranked armor, it was sort of at the bottom of the rank. Regardless, it was better than nothing. While they waited for their repairs to complete, the Seven (plus two) ended up in a private booth inside one of the station’s many bars. It was a completely circular room, whose walls were screens that wrapped all around. Up on the screen was the planet below, a blue-grey rocky planet with an incredibly thin atmosphere, but breathable. Dotted sparsely along it were various compounds that were just barely visible from space.

My vision blurred at the edges, darkness encroaching until the world was nothing but webs of energy. The cavern walls sang. I felt the veins of raw Barzil ore pulsing like arteries deep in the stone. The vibration rattled my phantom teeth, a subsonic hum that turned my marrow to ice. I looked at the Vanguard. They weren't men anymore. They were blunt impacts of sensory data. Barzil was a dense, heavy star of golden gravity. The weight of his presence pressed against my chest, making it impossible to swallow. Viggo was a chaotic, roaring furnace. The heat radiating off him singed the air, a scent of burning musk and raw iron that filled my non-existent mouth.

Somebody went down hard. I whistled. “Stop.” Everyone stilled. I looked at Kai across the ice. “They came to my side so we could do something useful together. Not so you could declare war on them.” My voice carried cleanly in the cold air. “We are one team. That’s the whole point.”

His powerful Alpha voice boomed across the thermal ridges, vibrating with a terrifying, mounting rage. I stiffened instantly, my heart violently hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The stranger didn't even flinch at the sound. He simply tilted his head, offering a slow, chillingly calm smile. "I am Viktor, Alpha of the Volcan Ice Pack. We rule these mountains. We are the Bratva wolves." "S-E-R-E-N-A!" Cole’s voice called out again, much closer this time, the heavy thud of his boots echoing down the nearby stone pathway.

He bellowed in defiance, “Prince Habeb! I know you by your voice, even though your face is covered with a mask. I am a man of prudence, so if you add 'fearless' you have fully rated me. I do not talk with pride as you do. To blame your evil intent is nothing; for we are the underdog nation. We have been fulfilling our own terms with the Emperor by paying our tributes to him so we can live in peace, but you have come to shatter our peace deliberately for unworthy reasons. Love for goodness sake has no connection with war. You do not love Banabella. You are a scoundrel. You murdered the true heir to the throne of the Empire of Suramy. Your gods got you confined to a sick-bed because of your si