Black Desert Tamer Novels & Stories

If anything happens to you Tareem would kill me. Tash kiss both hand and snap his hands and a spear appears in his hand. The four hefty men run towards Tash, Tash smirks and pushes his right hand back for a proper balance. The come to him with swords and stick. Each one of them strike at him one after the other making sure he is unable to rest or see it coming. Tash on the other hand seems to be handling it very well as he swings his spear protecting himself, when ever he swings, a shield appears and disappears. I hit the shield hoping to break free but damn is it strong. Tash and the men produces dust making it unable to see them seeing as we are in a desert like place. How is Tash able to

Still, Logan was sure it would not last long—the bone's power was limited, while Logan was determined to kill Father Lysander today. They flickered through the air and disappeared in a blink, leaving only an amazed audience behind. The desert they were heading to was named Dead Sand Sea. It was a strange, vast desert that was still too mysterious for modern science to understand. Even God Grade practitioners would not want to enter it without a purpose—many had perished since stepping in, and the place was seen as a graveyard without gravestones. "It's the Dead Sand Sea ahead of us now, Pearce. Neither of us is gonna survive here, and you know it. So, how about a truce? From now on, we're ev

After bidding farewell to Jin Zhanshan, Zephyr Khan chose to leave. Over half of Zephyr Khan had already left this Desert of Death. He had gained a lot. His biggest gain was to create a sword technique, Great Desert Sand! Therefore, the trial here was not worth much... Therefore, Zephyr Khan sped up. In less than seven days, he had passed through the Desert of Death. The moment he walked out of the Desert of Death, Zephyr Khan saw vitality. The vitality of the green trees in front of him made Zephyr Khan, who had seen more yellow sand recently, quite happy.

Time wasn't on my side, to begin with. "I am Alastair Theron and this is Amadeus Theron. We come from Desert Sun pack in Namibia and we would like to claim you as our mate." The one with the hazel eyes called out after me. I turned on them both. Tried to school my features into neutrality. But failed horribly. Both smirked at me. "If I had known you would react this way, I would have said something earlier," Amadeus said. I wanted to wipe that smirk from his face.

--- The Flame in the Desert The youngest apprentice, Taren, walked into the southern sands. His ember flickered faintly, nearly snuffed by the endless wind. He found a tribe of nomads who lived in constant motion, never stopping long enough to build a fire. He walked beside them in silence for months, until one night, a storm broke over the dunes. When lightning struck their tents, they fled in terror. Taren knelt in the rain and shielded his ember. When the storm passed,

He looked truly exhausted. I vaguely wondered what breed of dog he could be. I know some Tibetan Mastiffs are massive, and I know more than one man in New York who hopes to cross them with Bullmastiffs to create an impressive fighting dog. I thought I might have one of those specimens in my hands. In any case, wherever he came from, he was in a terrible state. I didn't want to leave him like that, but I wondered what my options were. He wasn't exactly a size I could carry under my arm.

He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack. "Please have mercy and listen to me, Alpha." Liam's head remained bowed as he spoke though he tried to catch sight of the wolf's reaction. He hoped the giant white wolf was not the last thing he saw before he died. A second later, Liam glimpsed the feet of a man in front of him. "Who are you?" Brodi demanded. Liam glanced up at the man before him. He was every bit as intimidating as he had heard. "I am Liam, Beta of the Blackfoot Pack. I have news of your mate."

They act fast, lifting her lifeless body off the ground and racing back towards their Alpha, still watching from his viewing point. I scream from desperation as I try reach for her, try to get to her. Faith abandons me for a mere second when I see more fighters heading our way. More muscle without a scratch on them. Unbelievable, there’s just too many of them. Then I realise that the Amber Desert warriors are raising their fists into the air…cheering. These were their pack members…and at the front was their Alpha…Than. Their arrival gives us a small respite as the White Moon fighters split and charge towards

*** The outlanders were also alerted to the events taking place in the Uduma Desert. In the meantime, Novemton headquarters was watching through their radars. The radars caught everything as Strider and the others appeared in the desert. This was followed by a huge surge of power. "Your Majesty, a monster has appeared in the desert. Sir Strider and the others are fighting it right now. Looks like the monster is a hostile unit." Crystal watched the video feed quietly. The video zoomed in, showing a menacing-looking man over four meters tall, dressed in armor and wielding a huge ax.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.