Black Bulls Novels & Stories

Gael Even though I want to see Rayka in action, I feel tense about this situation, the fear that they will fight is too strong. “So, Hillary why do you think the bulls are mistreated?” “Because these animals are not made to jump, they put that rope in their bags to achieve that.”

~ALLISON I held my gaze with his forest green eyes, debating whether to tell him the whole truth. The whole truth in the sense that there were actually two people bullying me, a couple, rather. I admired the fierceness in his eyes, his willingness to fight for me, but... I didn't want him to, especially with Landon involved.

He is enormous, his antlers spreading wide like the branches of an ancient tree, his sheer presence radiating power. The hunt begins. Unega leads the initial charge, a blur of white fur and raw determination. The bull bellows in alarm, his powerful legs kicking up dust as he bolts, but Joseph, Mo, and Kan close in from the sides, forcing him toward the ravine where Andy, Takoda, and Billy lie in wait. My heart pounds, anticipation thrumming through me. The bull fights with all his might, his hooves churning in the mud, his head tossing wildly. Kan barely avoids a strike from the animal’s massive rack of antlers, twisting away just in time.

Asher and Blair bowed to her. "Your highness," They both chorused. "At ease. Please take a seat." Asher and Blair both sat down beside me. Elliot turned to them, a stern look on his face. "Why did you both call us out here? It better be important." "Well, we were doing some investigations and research on the dark wolves and a certain wolf told us that alpha Stanley might have an idea or a little bit of information on them," Asher said. At the sound of those words, I sat up on my seat and began to listen intently.

I say enthusiastically, much to Xavier's dismay. "We all make it!" he growls, "the cows aren't just yours!" With a hilarious expression, he punches Wes in the arm. "What makes it taste spectacular is that our cows are unlike any other," Yi smiles as he rises from his perch on a particularly large footstool. Walking toward me, he leads me to one of the huge windows, beckoning me to look outside. Scattered across the emerald green grass are pure black animals that are truly... "Monstrous," I conclude my thought aloud, looking out into the sea of absolutely giant bulls. Horns protrude from their heads like sharp spears, their fur shiny and untouched. Finally, their eyes are the same color as th

I said with a mocking chuckle and I can see how angry they have got , I bet if it was a cartoon show you can literally see the burning fog coming out from their ears. "Shut up! How dare you?! Don't you know who we are and what we can do to you?!" Jack yelled at me and I just rolled my eyes, to be honest they can do nothing. They just know how to bark but when it's come to bite , they will run away with their tail between their legs.... fucking cawrds . "What can you do? Try to even touch me and I'll make sure to kick your disgusting ass out of this university, you guys are already very famous for bullying..... one more complaint and it's over for both of you"

Things took a turn when my parents got to know and we planned to get out of this living hell. I was hesitant at first because of that one rule. Running away from our pack is a serious crime because it can control the increasing number of rouges. It also helps the pack to keep note of all the werewolves and helps them hide their identity from the human world. Rouges are always trouble and this is the only way they can be controlled, according to all those higher werewolves like Alphas, Betas, and Gammas. We don't have any thoughts of becoming Rouges and fighting against anyone. All we want is to have a normal and good life for our self and we know, it is not possible in the pack.

The student section had gone from celebrating to screaming at every single play like their lungs were the only thing keeping Hudson State alive. Serena grabbed my arm this time. Maya grabbed Serena's. Even Tiffany leaned forward and stopped chewing. Then Adrian caught a pass on the right side, shook off one defender, and drove forward for another seven yards before going down, and the roar that followed made the ground shake. Final whistle. Hudson State — 28. Westfield — 17. The stadium came completely undone. Music. Smoke. People jumping on each other. Someone's blue flag smacking me on the side of the head, which I would have been annoyed about except I was too busy being swept up in it, a

Eira leaned against the cottage doorframe. She watched the dejected girls, her mind racing. Buying weapons on the black market would cost a fortune, and her gold was earmarked for high-grade cultivation potions. Without proper arms, this army would never be more than a dream. Just then. The ground rumbled with a deep, heavy vibration. Ten colossal Black Rock aurochs pulled a line of heavy wagons thundering into the camp. Their hot breath billowed into white clouds in the cold air, kicking up a choking cloud of dust.

When they both stood before me, completely bare, my breath hitched painfully in my throat. They were both massive—unbelievable, thick, and heavy. Ryder’s was dark skinned and intimidating, pulsing with a raw, animalistic energy that seemed to match his body. Dante’s was just as large, but longer, more elegant in its menace, the veins standing out sharply along the shaft. Seeing them both like that, standing over me, made my stomach flip in a way that was half terror and half hunger.