Все главы Blood Wolves: The Ressurection: Глава 21 - Глава 30

Injured IIThird Person’s POVAsha’s mind went blank from the overwhelming pressure and fear as her body instinctively moved the way that she had envisioned her escape. Her subconscious is screaming with warnings as she felt the creeping chill at her back that is followed by the huge tremor of a giant beast running wildly after her wake. Asha bit the tip of her tongue to awaken her dimming senses as her mind cleared for a bit to whirl around for her chances of escape and survival.The thick roll of vine being pulled by her hand followed her deliberate twists and turns on the tall bushes as she neared the vicinity of the rows of protruding rocks. The giant black bear rushing madly behind her is now only a dozen of meters away as it growled with fervor as its saliva splattered across its path that has been trampled to bits from its terrifying strength and speed.Asha could only hear her tumultuous heartbeats that seems to rival the thunderous echoes of a stormy sky

Hunt IIThird Person’s POVLyor’s black wolf happily rushed to the east side of the small valley where he could smell the faint scent of blood. It seems that they arrived at the time when the giant black bears are out to hunt for their food. The verdant foliage rustled as his figure passed by, and the miniscule sound of his movements did not startle the nesting birds frolicking on the branches above.The feeling of embracing nature by wholly running around the wild forest further invigorated Lyor as his speed accelerated before pulling to a stop behind an arched tree trunk that must have been broken by one of the giant black bears because of the uneven claw marks visible on it. The black wolf crouched down forward with its inverted yellow pupils contracting with focus at the spot in front a couple of meters away. There are two giant black bears ranging from two to three meters tall. Their furry and wide bodies leaned down next to a lifeless deer as they opened t

Blue Moon Arena II Third Person’s POV Under the ethereal blue illumination of the moon’s reflection on the surface of the arena’s circular platform, Lore stood elegantly with his hands behind his back as his white robes fluttered with the sway of the wind. His exceptional face carved beautifully like jade glimmered with an impassive light as his alluring almond eyes slowly glanced around the half-filled viewing seats and viewing rooms around the platform. It has been a year since the last competition was held, but Lore could only marvel at the sense of excitement and thrill that he could feel every time that he is above the platform to start the matches that will decide the greatest force with the most exceptional talents and geniuses in all of Selestine. The beatings of the drum continued to rang across the air, and colorful fabric ribbons flitted below the platform as the sacred dancers of the temple emerged from sides. They twirled and bend elegantly to the rh

Visit Third Person’s POV The room suddenly fell into an awkward silence as Lyor stood blankly while staring straight at the bandaged young girl on the bed. Such blatant staring would have offended Asha if she could not see the innocent bewilderment, and whirling thoughts on Lyor’s clear pupils that seem to be speaking louder than his actions. Asha cleared her throat with as her fingers gentled patted the creases on the quilt draped on her lap. “Is there something wrong benefactor?” Not wanting to guess the thoughts of the honest-looking young man in front of her that seem to be similar to her age, Asha carefully worded her inquiry. And her gentle tone drenched in her soft mellow voice finally doused Lyor out of his dazed thoughts. “I apologize, I just remembered someone due to young miss’ bearings. Lyor is my given name, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” A bright smile lifted up the corner of Lyor’s lips as he approached Asha. He stopped on the side

Final Round IIThird Person’s POVThe orange hue that painted the sky with the setting of the sun resembles the dying light of the dancing flames in the wilderness as the surroundings slowly embraced the visit of darkness. An ordinary-looking carriage set off from a small manor that was situated in the desolate part of the inner territory of the city of rogues. General Markus lifted his serene gaze to partake in the passing scenery. He observed the liveliness of the citizens as soon as they entered the central part of the inner territory wherein the streets are littered with shops, restaurants, inns and night markets. He really felt admiration for the current city lord of Rebelliad while looking at the light atmosphere around him that is a huge contrast to the memories of Rebelliad when he had stopped by at this city five years ago.Even though there was less violence in the rule of Samel’s foster father, it is not as lively and full of vitality as the sce