Are Lynx Dangerous Novels & Stories

The last thing we needed was to have them getting worried right now, and being a Lycan, the man knew that he was more of a horror wolf rather than one that people ‘could’ in theory, enjoy petting. “You are playing a dangerous game, Alexander. I do not know what you have planned, but whatever it is, I will suggest this as a friend and tell you to back off before you and your family end up getting hurt. Believe me, you would not want to deal with my wrath, and I do not care what you might think he can do for you…”

Hikari stepped in front of me, drawing his Katana as he peered at the circle. I sent my butterflies to see what was going on in the crater. The tents were all set ablaze, flesh, blood and bones scattered all over the ground. The ones who were alive were trying to escape. Lynx was alone in his tent, screaming for someone to come and save him, but everyone was trying to protect themselves. “HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!” Lynx called for help. “YOU SAID WE WERE SAFE HERE! LIAR! YOU ARE LIAR…” that was the last thing he said before being buried under his ablaze tent.

While having several thoughts inside his mind, Creed finally reached the Inferno Valley. He wanted to hunt some Toxic Lynx this time. The toxic lynx were very powerful furry beasts. Yet, their most famous and dangerous ability was spiting acid on their enemy . These beasts have mastered a control over the fire element inside their body, leading to an over secretion of gastric acid. The range of their spit could go even to 30 meters. And eith enough time, there was nothing that this acid could not dissolve. Creed knew that fighting these beasts from a distance was not a good idea. He knew that he had to take them head on, quick and clean.

She turned to look at the wide gully of clear stream water running under the little bridge separating the boundary of the woods from his own surroundings, and she saw some trout swimming around, while some simply went along with the current of the small stream. She sighed heavily. She couldn't deny that Lycidas' land was beautiful and engulfed in serenity, but it was still dangerous for one Lycan to live all by himself. He could be attacked or killed, especially when Pragoth was going through repeated threats of invasion, with the creatures occasionally slipping through the weakening veil that separated the two worlds.

They were mostly hybrids, vampires wolves or Lycan hybrids. But no matter what they were, no matter the mix, the Lycans are the most dangerous predators and beasts in all of Lygion. And the last thing I want is to get on the radar of any of them. After about a dozen failed attempts, I was beyond frustrated, but there was something I had been too scared to try. It required me to take off my talisman, let my powers reign free and then use my mind to reign it in. But it was soo risky, what if I get caught?

I stopped and glanced around inhaling her intoxicating scent and there she was, naked, eyes shut and surrounded by battalions of mountain lions waiting to feast on her unique blood. Rage and anger rose inside me, the uncanny dark sides of me seemed to have surfaced. Of course I was the dangerous Lycan known to have murdered hundreds of wild animals in a blink. Even though I was not a Lycan King yet, I was the most feared and ruthless being to exist amongst packs. A deathly howl seeped off my lips into the gloom as I positioned in a warning yet haunting stance. They seemed to pause on their attack as they turned to look at the intruding beast. I could sense the terror and fear that beseeched

They looked towards the door and spotted their worse nightmare. “Fuck!” Lynn said when she not only spotted her sister, but she also spotted her dragon Lennox. Well technically not her dragon since she give up her position as a dragon rider. They were in even more danger then they could ever imagine. “Shit Lynn, your sister is here, with a man. You think she is still possess and want to kill us?” Mina asked in a whisper leaning closer to Lynn.

she asked, concerned. Was Johnson a Lycan? Serena had reacted to his wolf though. So what did that mean? “Serena?” I asked. “Do you think…is Johnson a Lycan?” She shook her head and sighed. “I don’t know,” she told me. “But his scent is strange.” Lycans are dangerous. They’re unpredictable. They don’t follow the same rules and rituals that werewolves do. If Johnson actually WAS a Lycan, what did that mean?

There he saw, a big two-meter-long cat slinking back and forth on a huge boulder with a panther-like grace and poise. It was a lynx. Not very large, but as ferocious as a tiger as its deep-almond eyes gleamed with strange malice. The eagle recognized it instantly and shuddered. This was the very same beast that now lorded over every other animal here. "How dare you hurt a scout of mine, eagle!" the lynx spoke in the human tongue. Its girth was nowhere near as large, but it scared the eagle half to death. The scaredy coward immediately betrayed Chu Xun at the first sign of trouble. With an unmistakable point with its wings at Chu Xun, it yelped, "Not me! It was him!"

With that done, I heaved a deep sigh, and began to clean up. Three minutes later, I climbed into the bathroom and went into the first stall. Thankfully, the pests weren’t interested in my shopping bag. I took off my bloodied clothes and tied them around the doorknob to keep the door closed. Using my hands, I rinsed off the blood on my body. Wolves and Lycans have a strong sense of smell. I couldn’t risk the Lycan finding out about my little altercation. At least, not until I found the mastermind. It would only complicate the situation.