Black Bulls Novels & Stories

However, this cow was a cow, a four-hooved animal that didn’t know how to speak! “Steak!” Yang Xiao looked at the Douniu playfully! The bulls' anger was raised to the peak! Its hind hooves had finished storing energy. When it heard Yang Xiao call it "steak", its hooves suddenly slammed on the ground! It was as if a martial arts master was shooting explosively at his opponent! He suddenly bent his head and charged towards Yang Xiao! With every stomp of the hooves, the ground of the Land of Beasts trembled!

Vance had hunted a Buffalo before, but he had help from his Friends; today, he has to do this alone. The buffalo seemed to be separated from its herd as it drank water peacefully, not aware of the big black Alpha wolf standing right behind him. Vance jumped on the buffalo's body, his fang sinking on its neck, damaging its medulla, trying to kill the beast instantly. The buffalo caught off guard as it felt sharp fangs on its neck, it tried to put up a fight by moving its head and body constantly, trying to shove the wolf off its back, but Vance deepened his sharp claws on his prey's backside as he pushed his fangs even deeper into its neck, slowly feeling the Buffalo losing consciousness as i

However, they were beasts at the late stage of the innate level, and any regular warrior would not be able to beat them. Fane remembered that the bulls normally lived in solitude. The bulls were no herd animals, yet there were three of them in front of them. They constantly moved their heads around, crying out at the carriage. It was as if they had been challenged and would charge at any time. Chandler's face sank, and his breaths grew erratic. "They're Blazing One-eyed Bulls! How could they be here? Did the monsters from the inner parts all rush out?! Three Blazing One-eyed Bulls! Oh, we're done for this time!"

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.

I took the chaos to mind link Tristan in privacy, his voice weak from the amount of silver he was contained with. : Tristan, is this you? The attack? It’s 50 wolves, no scent… what?... they’re all black wolves… Tristan, what is this? : the moment I see them I’m shocked, they are all huge like Silas, if not bigger, their fur as black as night and they are all lethal and deadly looking. A black-furred wolf is a thing of legend, no wolf has ever been fully black, not since the very first Alpha, the very first wolf to ever howl to the moon. If these 50 wolves were all pitch black...who the hell were they and where the hell did they come from?

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

Maria stuck close to her grandfather and mother; the mishmash of animal sounds kept the young girl on edge. When the group suddenly stopped, Maria wondered why, but when she got ready to ask, her eyes locked onto what was blocking them. It was a large black bull, smaller than the griffons that the Rosendrey family kept, but still large. The same went for the intimidating fire horns prodding out from its head. It huffed and glared at them as if it was getting ready to charge. "Oh, a Fire Horn Żubroń! It has been a long time since I saw one," her mother fondly mused, wandering down memory lane, not even the slightest bit scared; the same went for her grandfather who laughed out loud.

They could control someone's mind. After a couple of minutes, Ezekiel stopped playing and all of the four-striped pigs were dead as their dead bodies lay on the ground full of blood. Zachary, Maximo, and Hector would take out the fresh meat and puts it in their spirit ring. A spirit beast pig was inferior compared to an ordinary pig. Their meat was juicy and fresh than the ordinary pig. Little Black was left behind as he watched them kill all the four-striped pigs without mercy. He counted everything. “One... Two... Three... Ten... Eleven... Fifteen!” Little Black exclaimed and walked towards the four towering men. “You guys had killed a total of fifteen four-striped pigs. Great job!” Little

"Who the f...fuck are you? Don't shoot, I'm begging you!" "Don't you want to get your money back anymore? Why are you running?" I say scornfully. He scrambles to his feet and starts to run, staggering and falling a few times. "S...someone, help me!" He screams. Yes, run. I inhale deeply, hot waves of adrenaline pumping through my blood; I can't help but think that it's been a while since I last went hunting with my father. Humans have always been a better target than animals anyway, the way they desperately cling to life even though it's hopeless is quite fascinating.

James’s eyes moved upwards and studied the head of the bull. A most gruesome sight met him. Just above the overlarge pecto- rals, the pale skin merged into a covering that was like leathery cowhide. It was black and looked fragile as if intense heat had been applied to it, but James knew that this was just an illusion. The head was almost like nothing he had ever seen . . . bull was surely the closest word to describe it. The elongated and squared off snout and mouth was just as a bull’s would be but the steam which escaped from the nostrils with each huff and breath smelled like sulfur and tasted as much. The dull, red eyes sparked with a gleam of menace and fury that neither beast nor man