Black Desert Tamer Novels & Stories

I have no idea but Ryder tends to have that effect on me every single time. Ryder raised up his hands in mock surrender and smiled cockily, “I am not here to fight with you tiger, you know that.” “Hmmmmm.” Sure I knew. Ryder never looks for a fight and I guess that was the annoying thing about him. He was always calm, and collected and it irks me because how could he just be so…..perfect even in the face of chaos? I wanted to hate him so much because he is an enemy but his calmness was making it impossible to.

The goddess and her tiger… they are unstoppable. Sand whipped around them as Shan lunged into the open desert, kicking up plumes of grit, carrying Jaiyana into the fray. Jagged cliffs and rocky outcrops loomed nearby, giving the chase vertical hazards that forced Maximus to slow his monstrous strides. The harsh desert winds carried the sound of their roars and the clashes of demon and wolf alike, creating a symphony of chaos beneath the starlit sky. Maximus roared, hooves pounding against the cracked earth, as he surged after them—but now the hunters had become the hunted, racing across the unforgiving sands of the Pakistani desert.

Yuki whipped the lead and her raptor sped up. Matthew followed her lead. Once he caught up, he asked Yuki. “What is it?” “That’s not a sandstorm.” Yuki said. “Then what is it?” “I’m sure you’ve read about while we were preparing. A monster capable of ‘swimming’ in the sand as its way to travel in the desert. Commonly mistook as a sandstorm before its victims are viciously eaten.” Having heard Yuki’s description, Rose remembered what the monster she was talking about. “A tamsarah!” She shouted.

he hissed harshly. I instantly raised my head and behold the sight that befall me is magnificent, I'm mesmerized by it. The man before me is dressed in a black tuxedo, his dirty blonde hair styled and neatly combed backwards, his hair rests perfectly on his shoulders. His eyes are the perfect shades of green, his lips so pink and kissable, I unconsciously lick my lips. My eyes travel down to his chest, his muscles are budging out, like it can rip out of his suit any second, I'm 100% sure he's got strong abs in there.

Isabella showed her identification and said, "Anti-Terrorism Department. State your identity and purpose." They fell silent for a moment before they slowly said, "We're just off-road enthusiasts from Tarc City. We have our credentials with us. This is just a voluntary desert event." Wilbur looked over. A few men in the vehicles behind them had already picked up submachine guns. An Aura level cultivator could not take so many shots. Wilbur got out of the car and walked in front of Isabella. "We're still busy. Let's not waste our time here, okay?"

Letting her live crippled, scarred, groveling like the dog she had talked about would be the long, tormenting punishment. When he was done, Evan walked away calmly. Behind him, Cherry’s cries echoed, but he did not stop. Evan went home. He ran a hot bath and washed every trace of blood from his body. Ana never liked it when he was dirty. Back in the old days, when he came home drunk, he would just collapse onto the bed. Ana would scold him, but she never had the heart to push him off. Instead, she would fetch a warm towel and gently, carefully clean him up with eyes filled with tenderness.

The man was too powerful—his grip felt like that of ten men. They entered the castle, and he turned on the lights, temporarily blinding Adhara with the glare of gold decor. He set her down gently, and she realized it was Inker—one of Jarckon’s men. This was the first time she had seen him: light brown eyes, a muscular build, and a smirk that made her uneasy.

The Berserker turned its glowing red eyes on Emma. The savage beast, nearly a ton of snarling fury, had finished decimating Terra’s creatures. Now, its hunger locked onto her. Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the creature snarled, its thick hide steaming from exertion, its jaws soaked in blood. It had taken down every abomination around them—and now she stood as the only living target.

The desert was a vast, shimmering expanse of dunes that seemed to stretch into eternity, a stark, golden antithesis to the granite and frost of the North. Our caravan, stripped down to a swift-moving cadre of scouts and diplomatic envoys, cut a solitary path through the heat. Silas rode at my side, his eyes scanning the horizon with the relentless, predatory patience of a wolf stalking a desert cat.

was all she could say between light sobs. Dakota was usually a calm man, always in control of his feelings and his beast but now that they have found their mate, Diesel has become, well, volatile when she’s not near. She’s unmarked, unclaimed, and unmated, some other male can still try to take her, of course that will not happen, he will not allow anyone to take what’s his. She is the one that the Moon Goddess blessed him with for a second chance at love. No longer being able to control his beast, Diesel force shifted and ran to find his mate.