Action Fantasy Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I haven't read of him in your history." Marcus owned the only known text of beastkind and vampire lore in North America. He brought the heavy volumes with him when he left Europe. Amy was fascinated by the history that humans would find dark but fanciful, similar to Grimm's Fairy Tales. Much of the text was handwritten, which Amy spent hours deciphering. Her journalistic background needed an outlet and the books provided her with the tools to try to understand who and what she really was.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

More than one alpha is after me and is ready to capture me, according to another growl. My back is struck by something large and powerful, and I'm knocked to the ground as claws rip into my shoulder. Lucas is the one on top of me, about to bite, when the aroma of his body strikes me. He chuckles as he grinds his hips against me, ripping at my clothing until it is barely there and grabbing my skin with it. My hands start to evolve into claws as a result of the agony, which also causes my nails to grow longer. Lucas roars in astonishment as I slip out from under him and resume racing as I roll over and slash at his muzzle.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach. He recovered first and swung his left fist, catching me just below the eye. My world exploded, first red, then silver, my vision swamped by a storm of stars. I felt myself wobble as he laughed, throwing me off his chest like an annoying child. I lay on my back, my body tensed for whatever was coming as I tried to gauge which of the three men hovering above me was really him. I lashed out with my foot and hit nothing but air, the mistake narrowing him down to one of the other two images. He swore and kicked me, sending daggers of pain through my thigh.

Heliotrope purple blood flowed from the clean cut in her hand, she then flipped her hand and let the dark liquid trickle down the blooming crimson flower in the King's chest and the dagger that is plunged in its flesh. Upon contact, a burst of energy with the hues of red and purple shot up to the high ceiling like a beacon. Followed by a gust of wind that knocked a couple of knights off their feet. "I will show you all the extent of magic along with my knowledge and power!" Lucas proclaimed with hystirecal laughter. "We are not the only ones living, their realms beyond your wildest imagination and with their help I shall rule every known Kingdom!" Mayari could hear the silent whispering of a

The creature had slaughtered travelers and burned entire caravans to ash before vanishing into demon territory. Most hunters would have turned back. Adrian didn’t. He crossed the border alone. The land beyond it felt wrong immediately. The air was thicker. The sky darker. Even the silence sounded… different. But Adrian found the demon. And he killed it. Barely. By the time the fight ended he was bleeding from half a dozen wounds and barely able to stand. That was when the demons found him. Not soldiers. Something worse. Royal guards. Adrian expected death. Instead…

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.