Black Desert Tamer Novels & Stories

Dante stood apart from the rest, arms crossed with his jaw set in something close to warning. Beyond them, Tion stood. His wolf form loomed larger in the semi darkness than it had in my memory. Black as shadow with eyes that looked like molten gold. He shifted slowly, bones cracking, skin splitting and reshaping until the man stood where the beast had been. He didn’t bother dressing fully. Only loose fitting pants,his bare chest streaked with scars both old and new. The mark of an Alpha who bled as often as he commanded. “This is your moment, little wolf,” he said. His raspy voice echoing through the space . “Either you earn your place among us… or we bury you beyond the borders.”

Without sparing them a chance, I began explaining Petal; "She's about six foot tall with a bold, well detailed oval face and thin pink lips. She has beautiful jet-black hair which is always splitted into two neatly packed piggy tails." Reminiscing her beauty made me hard down there, her soft body and bosoms were all I craved for. And this time I promise to make it up with her, that's if I ever meet her again. "Skyler?." Alpha Xander called as he faced his Beta. "It seems strange as everything he just described fits the young lady that was thrown out." Skyler said, shaking his head in confusion. "Do you have any idea what her wolf looks like?." Alpha Xander suddenly asked and I shook my head

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

I could almost hear Vincent's voice rising in time with the reddening of his face as he called me stupid for taking weapons along with me. But The Viper needed to know I was no pushover. I might be doing this to make amends but I was not going to grovel. “You don't pack light do you?” One of the searchers sneered as he found the garotte fastened to my belt. I smiled at him, showing teeth. It didn't have the same effect it had on the rookie whose eyes were wide open, staring at the contents being removed from my body. This one was definitely more experienced and older than I was. His head was completely bald and a snake tattoo ran from his chest to twist around his neck, up his temple and end

He cooed as the black ball of fur came and jumped on him, licking his nose on his hind legs. “This is Buddy,” Logan declared, commanding the black beast to get down. He immediately obeyed and sat down, eagerly wagging his thick, dark tail. Terra couldn't tell if she felt comforted or intimidated that this man could tame the beast she just saw attack someone. Granted, that other man did not mean them well, but it was still intimidating seeing such a vicious creature be controlled by a human. Terra slapped her hand onto her front jean pocket, wishing yet again she had her switchblade. She left it at the hotel thinking she would just be a few minutes and only had cash on her. And that was no wa

Tacamorga is summoned to my war room, he is my Head Hunter, and I am very proud of him, his fetes are unlike any other in my ranks, he's huge, even more so than I am at least 6 ft 8" and built like a tank, his skin is littered with scars and tattoos and he wears a Red eye patch over his right eye, he says it helps him focus and shoot better at his target, he is a man of very few words, I saved him from descending and he has been faithful to me ever since. It is obvious if he was on his way down to the depths it means he did not live a good life while he was living and judging from his skills, he was either a bounty hunter, assasssin or just a murderer for sport either which way it works out

I use my better judgement and hold off until I get to the casino. Forty-five minutes later I’ve checked into my room and am now getting my belongings organized for the night. I don’t plan on leaving the room, so I start the shower and turn on my portable speaker. I sit on the bathroom floor that is now covered in the extra pillows from the bed and let the sound of water and music sooth me. I let my head fall back against the wall and start trying to unravel the emotions that have me on edge. As my emotions rise, I feel my eyes start to blur from the tears that are building up inside of them. I take a deep breath to calm myself and then I open a bottle of Martini-Rossi and light a cigarette.

No matter what anyone says behind my back or tries to plan against me. They wouldn’t dare come to me and say it to my face, for I am a warrior, but a pathetic one, of course. And they didn’t have to know that but myself. The fire burnt every living thing in it, not a stone in sight. It was as hot as hades. It was what was also called perfecto. Which means perfection, hell as it was. It turned into a blast in front of me as I smiled evilly and walked away from the scene, walked back to my horse and climbed it.

She tried to get away, but Dylan tackled her from behind like a mindless monster and stabbed her repeatedly in brutal bursts. “Please, Dylan! I was wrong! It was Sarah! She made me do it! “Argh!” Having lived under Dylan’s intimidating shadow, Tammy, a national boxing champion, met a pathetic end. It was ironic that the woman, who once stood strong, lost her spine to a man. Amid Tammy’s piercing screams, blood stained the fine rug. Ten minutes later, Tammy lay there motionless as Dobie drew closer. As if blind to it all, Dylan dropped to one side and murmured under his breath.

Caught up in Lydia's genuine excitement, my eyes casually scan the ten beasts on the track, and my hand places a bet of fifteen thousand resources straight on Number Seven. "Look at this clueless amateur trying to act like his brain knows something about tracking beasts," Liam mocks loudly from his seat nearby, his bandaged head shaking. Jackson chuckles condescendingly, looking down at my boots. "Derek, Number Seven is a mixed-breed animal from the outer wasteland borders. Can't your dull eyes even tell that basic track? Those low horses are just field fillers to make the track look full." "Mr. Whittemore, Mr. Raeken, why waste your valuable breath on this packless nobody? Mark my words cle