Black Bulls Novels & Stories

Anatoly gritted tightly, his jaw clenched shut and his whole body trembling with fury and rage. Otto could barely blink with his entire face scarred with blood marks and cuts. His body was pale from being electrocuted. Asat walked into the room. “Everything is ready, Anatoly.” He informed. Anatoly continued to heave with anger. “Perfect. Well done, Asat.” Anatoly came out into the open space. In front of him was a brazen bull made of copper and steel. Anatoly stared at it and Asat's men already brought wooden sticks and placed it under the bull.

Moreover, the Demonic Beasts living here must be familiar with fire-attributed treasures like this Firebird Core Feather. Wooo!!! In between the large trees, a gigantic jet-black bull with both horns curled up came out. He stared at the five people in front of him with his red eyes. This bull surprised everyone. “This method works, but are we calling the right Demonic Beast?” Yao Shan said while staring at the black bull intently. “I-it's a Level 5 Demonic Beast, Black Demonic Bull” Feng Ying stammered.

But the other part was tired of being the victim, tired of letting them win. "I don't know," I said finally. "This could backfire spectacularly. What if they find out we're planning something? What if they turn it around on us somehow?" "They won't," Zoey said confidently. "Trust us, Tara. We've done this before." "Done what before?" I asked, alarm bells going off in my head. Jane waved her hand dismissively. "Nothing like this. Just... we know how to handle bullies. And the twins definitely qualify as bullies."

he said this while touching his 5ft tall red Katana. "Stay alert we are now in Black Rhino territory, Black Rhinos might only be gold rank but they travel in crashes of hundreds and their skin is so hard that it's almost impossible to cut. Their only weak spot is their assholes haha, and taking on hundreds of gold rank energy beasts with nothing but my trusty sword is a challenge even for- speak of the devil," a few miles in front there was a large shadow covering a large swath of land, it was a crash of Black Rhinos.

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”

Loud yelps and howls echo in the deadly forest. As bloodhounds were falling down on their feet. Holding their heads in their hands. Their bodies entering into terrors , to only fall limp. As he ends their existence to go to next. He. The one at the centre of the mayhem. Was standing with head held high and arms extended. Clenching his fist more making more screams to echo. His dark eyes burning red like flames, those dark clouds enveloping him.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

"Now we wait for our real target." He stood back and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. As he raised it, something was odd. Off. The movie scene from her dream played in her mind. Vinnie Jones telling the three guys that while their guns had the words 'replica' on the side, his had 'Desert Eagle 0.5.' 'It's not real,' she realised. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it. Knew it in her bones. 'That gun is a replica.'

The rattle at the end of its tail, staggering, pitched over. Its green luminous blood was everywhere, on their face and all over their body. Weary and running out of breath Harry then looked over Anna and saw her fighting with a huge white wild bull who then suddenly appeared, yet the ugliest bull he'd ever seen. The next moment another enormous white bull, snarling its sharp front horn, surprised them from behind. A mother perhaps as it scurried toward Anna on its legs so fast that he scarcely had time to put forward her sword to protect herself. Running towards her, Harry pushed her as hard as he could to avoid the fatal attack of the white bull.

Dispersed on the emerald green grass are unadulterated dark creatures that are really. "Gigantic," I finish up my thinking without holding back, gazing into the ocean of totally monster bulls. Horns project from their heads like honed lances, their polished fur stainless. At long last, their eyes are a similar variety as the grass, green as anyone might imagine. "They surely are, aren't they?" Oliver mumbles, watching my total interest with delight. "I consider them a phenomenal crossbreed between a bison and a bull. Gracious, and a twinge of werewolf."