Annotate Beowulf Novels & Stories

And just like that, he was let out. A line was forming for Flem’s Revenge. While a bright moon reflected in Werewolf’s puddle. Werewolf shouldered through. Cursed. Clutching his score. Continue reading...  Evie Brill Paffard Feb 2016 The Saga of Beowulf There once was a man named Beowulf Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf Except that he had a flaw A dragon made him mortally sore This prologue is prophetic To the ending of this epic

His opponent was stronger, so he had to start with his best. “Glow: Wyvern Transformation” Abe’s eyes quickly took on a deeper shade of brown as a red aura engulfed him. The golden armor he wore quickly turned into a mix of crimson and yellow as several red scales intercalated into the golden armor’s exterior. Two wings that were as sharp as a High Grade Sword sprouted from Abe’s back and propelled him forward even faster. The dark red blades that lined the edges of the wings sent chills down Breaker’s back. And he didn’t need someone else to tell him that he shouldn’t allow that thing near him.

he said, his voice steady despite the flicker of doubt in his eyes. The beast emerged fully from the pit—a towering, grotesque mix of sinew and muscle that pulsed unnaturally under its thick hide. It let out a deep, resonant roar that forced the wolves to flatten their ears and brace themselves. Annabel raised her voice, addressing the pack. “Keep your focus. Stay in pairs. Take down its legs first.” “And its head?” one wolf called. “That’s mine,” Annabel said coldly.

Cole grunted his face was red with anguish. Beowulf’s face slowly colored in a murderous rage, and he leaned forward, using one paw to tighten his hold around Cole’s neck. He raised the other paw so he could slash his throat with his sharp claws. Obviously intent on taking Cole with him to the underworld. But then Cole pulled out the knife from his side and jab it into his neck and up to his throat. Blood splashed all over Cole’s chest, face, and into his eyes, blinding him. He lashed out then in fervent desperation, stabbing and barreling blows blindly until Beowulf grew unbearably heavy and he could push his evidently lifeless body off of him.