Bardock Black Novels & Stories

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

Shadow magic cracked through the air. Dark bolts of energy burst against the trees and rocks around us, scorching the edges of Zevarion’s cloak. He ducked, shielded me with his body, and kept running. But they were gaining. We wouldn’t make it much farther. “I’ll shift put her on my back!” Kavira barked suddenly, her voice deeper, more determined than I’d ever heard. “What?” Zevarion said startled. Kavira dropped to all fours, bones cracking and twisting as her transformation began. In seconds, her human form was gone, replaced by a massive brown wolf with sharp amber eyes and thick fur that bristled with readiness.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

said Jakoda, massaging his temples vigorously. His migraine was so severe that he was almost about to collapse from the pain. He didn’t want to continue wasting time on this matter. Things had developed to this point, and there was no way back. “Kill them all,” Jakoda ordered. Of the Twelve Zodiacs, Serpent, Jackrabbit, Rattus, and Fowl went into action, while Bull and Kong hurried over to Black Dragon. “Brother Dragon, are you alright?” Both Bull and Kong were startled to see Black Dragon, the strongest of their Twelve Zodiacs, this battered. They were aware of Black Dragon’s prowess and had many times considered the man fitting of being described as invincible. But now, Black Dragon had be

It carries with it two Glock 38 enabled for fire element users. The shortest bodyguard is Rong Delhi's two years older brother at 35 years old, his name is Rong Xun, he is a martial cultivator who has reached the level of Origin Soul level 2. He is a fighter of close combat, his usual weapons are long daggers and he has control over the lighting element. To reach the level of cultivation of the Golden Core Realms you must reach level 8 of the Soul of Origin Realms. Each cultivation stage requires 8 levels to progress to the next level of martial cultivation.

Veronica's POV He has something in his mind and he is working on it with proper planning. he knows how to take advantage of the situation and how to manipulate things. I asked for my cellphone and he again said the same thing. I can't give anything to him. I won't let him win. "If you are done glaring at me then enjoy yourself!" I hate that smirk. He is swimming in the pool and I am glaring at him while sitting on the edge. His body flexed with each move, he has an eagle tattoo on his back, that's the only tattoo on his body.

The power of the Dragon God was so immense that Earth could not sustain it, which was why the Dragon God needed to live in a special dimension. Liam hugged me tightly and promised, "You should return first, Sadie. I'll come back to you once I take care of everything here." The golden light from the sky washed over all the Black Dragons. Everyone knelt and looked up at the light. "May the Dragon God bless the bloodline of the Black Dragons." A flash of golden light shot past, and I vanished from the world. It was a hundred years later. I was having an afternoon nap when I caught a whiff of a familiar scent.

Each blow they exchanged left the bakery further ravaged, the once-cozy shop now a battleground stained with blood and chaos. Bruce’s savage attacks bore the unmistakable signature of Malrik’s dark influence. His light brown fur, streaked with crimson from Ryker’s counterstrikes, gleamed under the faint light. His black patch glistened like a shadow itself, as though darkness clung to him. His glowing amber eyes locked onto Ryker with an intensity that screamed of hatred and vengeance.

Bardolph’s eyes lifted, and for one breath the old power returned. Not cruel. Not blind. Focused. “Yes,” he said. Before anything else could be spoken, a horn sounded from the Blackfang side of the field. The elders turned. So did Bardolph. So did I. A line of Blackfang warriors entered from the western road, wearing old ceremonial armor and carrying the banners of noble houses. At their front walked a tall wolf with dark hair, cold eyes, and a scar across one cheek shaped like a half moon. The watching wolves whispered his name before anyone announced it.