Bagheera Novels & Stories

Frowning Tiger crossed his swords to serve as a guard, as the gigantic paw of the excited Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast descended upon him. He didn’t have the speed of a Cheetah to evade the blow, and he didn’t have the flexibility of a Mongoose to narrowly avoid it either. He couldn’t conceal himself like a Snake so that the damned beast wouldn’t be able to find him. He was a Tiger. He wasn’t the strongest of the bunch, but his control was so great that he always knew just how much he needed to attack, and defend.

The warriors broke into fits of guffaws, all of them sounding derisive and scornful. "So what if the half-hour mark has arrived? Here I am! And here is my battle pet! We are all fine! Just you wait, I'll find out the person behind this and I'll make him pay!" This warrior's battle pet was a gargantuan Tibetan mastiff at least three to four meters tall, its golden coat of fur giving off a stately luster in the bright sunlight. But he barely finished when a loud bang struck, and a bolt of dark light hit the mastiff's large head, splitting it into half with blood pouring out and flowing down its torso.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

He ordered as Sparrow obeyed. Gordons hastened his steps towards Montenegro and when he'd caught up with him, he'd pierced his leg with the picket knife in his hands as the latter screamed, groaning in pain. "Shut up".Gordons said gritting his teeth as he raised up the club, bashing the club head against Montenegro's skull over and over again, his blood spilling around every corner in the club room and along the lines of Gordons cheeks but Gordons didn't stop until Montenegro's body ceased movement.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

’, This time Sugriva was on fire. Bali jostled Sugriva, ‘Otherwise… you will be killed by me…Idiot’, Bali left the iron rod from the corner of the design department and raised it for attacking. Sugriva was afraid. He ran away. Bali was behind him, ‘Sugriva… Stop. Today is your last day on the Neptune. Soon, you will be with Shiva.’, Bali threw the rod, and it hit the back of Sugriva. He fell. Bali reached, left the rod, and smashed on the Sugriva’s right shoulder. Sugriva screamed. Sugriva gathered some energy and tried to run again. Somehow, he managed and escaped from the industry. Bali was still behind him. They both were on the street road of Kishkindha.

I was confused. "That gentleman over there" Kale gestured towards a muscular dude with tattoos picking up his neck and covering half of his face. "He is a Jaguar, the one beside him is a lion" He grinned at our curious and surprised faces. "Because they were not born a supernatural, they are not that strong but still strong enough to kill an average werewolf" "What's their background story?" By now they had all disappeared into one of the rooms.

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”