Ares Sacred Animal Novels & Stories

Just then a gentle but firm voice spoke to her. "Luna, I can help revive the bird. Back home in Azania, the black eagle is a sacred bird. Therefore, highly esteemed. I am sure that what we do in Azania, can still work here." Mtungagore suddenly appeared offering to help the bird. He started chanting whilst pressing on its wings and legs. He touched its neck and chest still chanting his strange language. After a while, he took out some green leaves and started crushing them. When they were all mushed up, he then poured a bit of water on the mushy leaves.

He opened his mouth to try and dissuade them once more but fell silent under Andreas' icy glare. "From what you said, it seems that the sacred weapon would actually kill its owner," Sebastian said, frowning. First-grade sacred weapons were extremely rare. The Sacred Medicine Secret Annals had only recorded the extraordinary aspects of sacred weapons, as well as a few techniques of making the sacred weapon recognize its owner. There had been no records about a sacred weapon turning on its wielder.

He drew me to a halt at the end of a weird, leather, kidney-shaped thing and turned to face me, pulling me close so he stood right over me and combed my hair back from my face with his fingers. “Have you ever watched animals together? Seen how they don’t wear clothes, and smell each other’s bodies, and shit in front of each other—all those kinds of things?” I choked a little on a laugh, but nodded. “Sure.” “So, we’re a lot more like that than you humans are,” he said softly. “We’re aware. We know. We think and analyze, so we hold things sacred that an animal won’t. But in the end… in the end these things are natural, and we don’t judge when others do them. In fact, in a wolf-pack you’d get a

A handful of them even had their hearts ripped out completely, reverting to their original beast forms and dying on the spot. Priscilla looked annoyed and impatient. "Who gave you the right to tell me what to do? I am the successor of the Snake clan! At worst, I'll just find something else to replace the Sacred Heart with after letting Jas use it!" I couldn't stop myself from sneering and chuckling out loud at that. The Sacred Heart was an incredibly rare stone that was impossible to come by even once in ten thousand years. All of the wealth and treasures accumulated by all beastmen over the millennia combined wouldn't even amount to a fraction of it.

Only wolves on the verge of death needed one. "Now?" "Now." He grabbed my wrist. "Get dressed. We're going." An hour later, we were at the Guardian Peaks Sanctuary. Ancient stone pillars reached for the sky, each one carved with runes of the Moon Goddess. This was the most sacred place for North American wolves. Rogues weren't even allowed to set foot on the sacred grounds. "Elder!" Soren's voice echoed through the valley. "I've brought a guest!" An old, white-haired wolf emerged from a stone temple. His eyes landed on me, and his expression grew complicated.

"Master, these are all the spiritual beasts you brought back from across the world. Whenever you encountered spiritual beasts displaced by war or natural disasters, you would bring them here and give them a place to live in peace. You said all living things deserve kindness. Thus, the Southbore Sanctum became their home." As Aria looked at the many beasts before her, each unique in form yet carrying an air of gentleness, a familiar feeling welled up inside her once more. It was as if these creatures had once existed deep within her memories. Without thinking, she extended her hand. After a moment's hesitation, a bolder Glasshorn Deer stepped forward and gently rubbed its forehead against her

“I’m certain, she won’t be the last if Mr Smith is not taught a lesson.” “I can’t let him have her. No.” “Nobody will want that either,” Faizan declared. “You know what, man? To get a monkey, use bananas, to get a dog, use bones. Now to get a Casanova, use what he loves the most.” “What could that be?” Ayaan asked, wearing confusion all over his face. “What do animals like Mr Smith love?--- Women. We are going to use a woman to get Mr Smith trapped in his own cobweb.

It’s part of our offering to the alliance as well. We carved out a part of the sacred land to grow goods to disrupt for medicinal use across the regions. More like access to purchase. We don’t normally sell anything from the sacred land. So any other creatures not a part of the alliance don’t have access. I jogged up to the warriors on site. It was a little mascara just before the grounds where the sacred land began. There were wolves lying on the ground with their fur sort of floating away from their bodies. What the hell is this?

I asked, almost in a panic. “Well… Hmm, how should I put it?” She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, then her face lit up like a light bulb turned on. “Cats are sacred.” My eyebrows raised, unsure of what she was saying. She raised her hands briefly. “Okay. We don’t have much time for that cat-sacred-god-symbol lesson, but cats are special. They’re our protectors.” My lips curved into a sneer. “But she failed to protect my daughter.”

Any human who was foolish enough to venture into this place was either killed by the numerous ferocious Magical Beasts that roamed it, or was dealt with by the Barbarian Border Patrol Team. But for a human to survive the caliber of Magical Beasts around Intersection was nothing short of a miracle, and the Barbarian Border Patrol Team seldom had anything to do. For the beasts that lived on the three mountains were all powerful, and there were several Mythic Class Magical Beasts among them! Each mountain housed at least 100 Mythic Classes, 50 Pseudo Legendary Classes, and 25 Legendary Class Magical Beasts! This was a number that would dumbfound and terrify any human who heard it. After all, it