Black Bulls Novels & Stories

The woman with the fiery hair and the man who wielded darkness as though it were a tangible substance. The couple from the fountain. Panic flared to life within me. I wasn’t in another realm, was I? It wasn’t possible. At least, it shouldn’t be. Again, I raced to the next painting, only to clip the wall as I took in the subject. Two great bulls, one white and the other black, fought one another in a vicious battle that showed no end. Surrounding them were corpses of all kinds, each one mangled and screaming out in agony. Exactly like the tapestry of the castle, there was another image flipped upside down—a mirror of the two bulls.

How time have definitely passed by indeed. Agatha stood next to Austin, not weaving from the enemies’ words. He was proud that his daughter took his bravery and his mother’s elegance. Austin rounded up his wolves. They all appeared behind him. With a confident voice he said, “We, the black wolves, will not stand by and let the intruders invade our land. We will fight for what is rightfully ours. We will not back down. We will not fear. We are the Fearsome Black Wolves!” “YEAH!” shouted his wolves. They were all screaming with enthusiasm as they were getting ready to take out the eagles.

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

Wolves were quiet creatures, which was nice at times. I took a deep breath and watched rider after rider go before me. Soon it was down to the last five and I was one of them. I looked up at the scoreboard and saw that there were some really good scores that were going to be hard to beat but not completely impossible. When my bull, Armor, was loaded up into the chute, I sighed in frustration when I saw him. This was going to be tough. He was a dark gray Brahma bull with three-inch horns. Brahma’s were mean bulls and if my head hit the hump on his back, even with a helmet on, it would knock my ass out. I needed to be smart with this ride. My movements needed to be perfect out there.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

I say hello as I make my way to the back, where the latest intake was placed. He is growling, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth at me and I ignore him. This big ball of fur is Brutus. He is a big baby. Brutus is an XL American Bully. He is all power and muscle. He is fawn with a white patch on his chest.

Taurus turned his massive bull head toward her, nostrils flaring in anger at being addressed by a woman. "You will be silent, wench!" he bellowed, spittle flying from his bovine mouth. "Know that your place is beneath my hooves!" His eyes, small and mean, narrowed as he looked her up and down with contempt. "You are nothing but an appetizer to me."

Amour wondered, blinking her eyes as she watched 6 cars pass at the same time in front of her Even some men dressed in black were seen patrolling the area, asking questions to people. # It's THE DARK BULLS!! # What could be their reason for coming down to our town # I heard that someone stole from Godfather so they're looking for the thief Amour gasped at what she heard. The Dark Bulls is a very big mafia clan established beside their town. They bought the law so the police is on their side, nobody the gravity of their crime they'll still go free.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

"It was bad." When we got closer, I could see it clearly. A bull, probably one of the ones from the pack's livestock. Black and white hide, maybe eight hundred pounds. It lay on its side, legs stiff, eyes wide open.