Black Bulls Novels & Stories

"For those who didn't love his family members, please come forth and challenge me! But, for those who love their family members, then, let me get some milk for my family!" The boys, who were standing far behind, had twisted look on their faces when they heard him yelling at the bulls. "What is he talking about?" Sammy whispered. "He's challenging the bulls," answered Rory, getting excited. "He's dead," Edward said as he shook his head in sympathy. "Not yet. The bulls are clever and they know what to do," retorted Tyrece. Evan shook his head and kept silent as he watched the live thriller movie rolling into action. The fierce bulls didn't move a muscle from their defensive formation. However,

The walls were called the boarders and had stood there ever since. One of the Earth Tribers went to him. Daerason told him ,"Im not here sight seeing. Take me to your Leader, Rickard Hyde" "At once" the Triber said leading them. The Earth Tribe warriors were all broad in chest and had thick musular arms. They worse green armour different from the Dornish knight gear. It was mosly leather instead of metal. The city was as peaceful as its reputation. All Daerason could see were happy children running around playing with wooden swords. He saw men skinning a bull that looked like a minotaur, laughing and drinking beer.

I asked, my gaze fixed upon Richard, eager to unravel the mystery behind these remarkable beasts of burden. Richard's lips curled into a knowing smile, as if he had anticipated my question. "Ah, I see that the Baron's keen eye has not failed to notice the exceptional nature of these bulls," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "These are no ordinary creatures, but rather the first of their kind – the Titan bulls, a product of human ingenuity and innovation!"

Though Jeremy had a preference for the bullwhip, he recognized the importance of Alexandra's versatility. Under the expansive canvas of the sky, Jeremy patiently instructed Alexandra in the nuanced techniques of guiding the herd. Crack after crack, each whip of the blacksnake echoed with purpose, as Alexandra's confidence grew with every successful maneuver. The cattle responded, their movements aligning with her commands, a true testament to their growing partnership.

There was a huge rivalry between them, one that didn't look like it would end anytime soon. The alpha princes, their forms imposing yet gentle, stood at the entrance, their wolfish eyes exceptionally calm and collected. I could see beyond all that poise. The longest they would stay that calm was today. I could bet that an argument would soon ensue between them and their dad. And their calmness would be tossed out the window.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Three little boys barely the age of twelve, all of them clad in roughspun tunics, were locked in a bare-fisted fight against a bull. At three to four meters tall and five to six times longer, the bull was a sturdy beast with legs as stout as granite columns. Its horns reached at least two meters from point to point like a pair of razor-sharp sabers casting off a deadly glint. The bull was a Third-grade Beast Lord. One of the boys leaped so high that he soared more than ten meters in the air. Landing as lightly as a feather on the back of the animal, he raised a fist shining with a bright glow and pummeled the cow on its back.

The huge man with two-meter heights and the man with an interesting muscle might interest him, but Monica was more curious about the elderly man that was surrounded by three strong men since their eyes were quite unique since they had a black sclera and white irises. Monica might know their identities, but it wouldn't hurt to hear the explanation from Togo, right? Togo, Fusae, and Togo's subordinates were curiously surprised when all the people that were asked by Monica were all the strong fighters on the "Kengan Association". "Why are you curious about them?" Togo asked, and didn't answer his question immediately, since she wanted to know why he wanted to know about their identities. "They'

The real reason was the dangers and evil that lurked all around him. A boy could protect himself. But what was a girl going to do? No matter how hard she was trained to beat the men, she would never be able to win against the animals of his world. He didn’t know if his wife was carrying a boy or a girl but he knew that a girl in his world had no position. The men would rip her apart like wolves. His brother, Adriano had a daughter. And he knew her fate. Adriano, a Capo, a beast in form of a man. The Snake.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.