Among The Beasts And Briars の小説・ストーリー

Turned towards the two boys that is; Randall and Willian. “l love this one.” “Any words from the Beast Kingdom?” Willian asked. Brushing his big, fluffy ginger beards, side looking Randall in a way to intimidate the King of Humanes' tiny-beards under his chins—This was one of the brags he'd told Randall anytime they meet and which foolishly leads to fight between the two Kings. “No, Willian. They were grumpy as usual.” “Hmmm. Seems the creepers are only attracted to this part of the barrier but not the other ends near the Beast Kingdoms.”

Granted they would sometimes play tricks on her and perform the task in a bad mood, but she was their master and obey they shall. The rain began to fall as requested, and Brianna suddenly felt uneasy, as if the rain was not supposed to be there and that time. But the flames were already starting to consume the healthy part of the woodland and that simply wouldn’t do. The rain was almost done putting down the fire when Bree heard a terrifying cry, so full of pain and agony that she almost crawled to the ground to hold her knees up her chest. ----

Everything around me went dark. Voices rang in my ears as I forced my eyes open. There were beasts standing around me licking their lips as if hungry for me. I tried to run but I was tied down to the same table they killed my kind on. I felt my body getting weaker by the minutes, my skin was getting more itchy than before. I realized what they used in holding me down. It wasn't any normal rope, it was a rope dipped in wolfsbane and it's effect on me was enormous. I was wolfless so how the wolfsbane was affecting me was another problem. I tried to set myself free but each time I tried, the rope tightened my skin the more and I was too close to getting unconscious.

The rods were covered with the patterns of the heavens and the earth, and when they hit the ground, giant pits were made and the earth cracked, with magma gushing out. Those were two of the four beasts twenty miles away. "Their fights are becoming more and more frequent. It seems that they're really angry and they have been injured. This isn't right. This is no longer a fight, but a life and death standoff..." the Sword Master said thoughtful and found things a little strange.

More than anything in his life! Andy laughed at his brother's expense. "Didn't I tell you that she was an unstable bitch? What were you doing alone with her anyway?" "Not of your business, little brother," "Think you can handle The Beast, big bro?" "You know, I never back down from a challenge," He grinned mischievously. "I see," Andy looked at him slyly.

Amelia's heart quickened as she realized the sound was not that of another rogue werewolf, but of something much larger and far more dangerous. Bursting through the undergrowth came a colossal creature—a mythical beast known as a forest guardian. Its muscular form was covered in shimmering green scales, and an array of thorny vines snaked around its massive body. Its eyes glowed with a luminescent light, radiating ancient wisdom and power. The rogue werewolves faltered, momentarily stunned by the appearance of this unstoppable force. In that brief respite, Amelia seized the opportunity to regroup her pack and rally them for one final push. They knew this was their chance to turn the tide.

“Go! Go now!” Lorian and Brim leapt onto the second mount while Caelum jumped behind Aeron, the two horses bolting through the fog-slick forest paths. Behind them, horns blared. Dozens of goblins poured out of the tents like ants on fire, riding dire wolves, carrying spears, torches, blades. Their roars filled the trees. “We’re not going to outrun them,” Brim shouted over the thundering hooves. Caelum didn’t respond. His eyes flickered—briefly—toward the moon above. A thought passed behind them. A quiet one.

The Four Mythical Beasts responded in unison, their voices echoing across the entire meadow, causing the surrounding grass to tremble slightly. The Azure Dragon's roar was majestic, the Phoenix's cry was lively, the Northern Cosmic Protector's bellow was deep, and the White Tiger's growl was fierce. The four sounds intertwined, forming a powerful force that filled all the beasts with a strong sense of security. After explaining everything, Amelia looked at the beasts once more, her gaze full of tenderness and reluctance.

The fight for the quiet was messy and strange. The field was full of wild power instead of metal swords. The Forest Folk didn't shout; they just grew. Thick vines with iron-hard thorns shot out of the sick dirt. They wrapped around the Hounds and smashed the mud monsters. The man with red hair stood firm as the ground moved like water around him, making the enemy trip and fall. A creature with large horns moved so fast it was hard to see. Its feet hit the dirt with such force that the ground split open and swallowed the smaller monsters whole.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.