Black Desert Tamer Novels & Stories

sneered Wynn. “Please, join us! I can pay for you!” added Meredith, now getting increasingly worried. Shaking his head, Gerald simply replied, “I appreciate your help, but I’ll have to refuse!” “Heh! You don’t need it, you say? You have no idea of how easy it is to get lost in this desert, do you? Without my help, nine out of ten people don’t make it out alive! Mark my words, you’ll regret not joining us! Also, since you said that, even if you change your mind and someone else pays for you, I still won’t allow you to join us!” scoffed the Master of the Desert as he glared coldly at Gerald before gulping on his can of beer.

"If you know who I am, Gypsy whore, you know I don't give a damn about your wishes or anyone else's, for that matter. And I certainly don't care about your pretty Hawk. In fact, the Hawk is the son of a bitch I came here to destroy." Esmerelda paled. "Come," he commanded. And she knew he didn't mean it the way he used to. Not anymore.

* How on earth did he reach before me when I believe this car is much more faster! He only grinned and motion me to follow him into an underground building. That's the thing with Dr Thomas from Australia, calm, exciting and scary. And I the Alpha of all males back in college accept this tease challenge!

MAHENDRA'S POV when our car got to the famous DESERT of Mahendrapavarti, I suddenly felt the urge to go out of the car, my heart was plugged with the desire to wander around the beautiful sand of the desert, I could feel the longingness that overthrown my hatred towards Sandy places, all I wanted to do right now is out of the car and look around, I couldn't understand what was happening but I just need to Step urge and sat still. But suddenly I felt that someone was calling out my name ,I suddenly regain the urge to step out of the car and go in search of whoever was calling out to me ,without thinking twice about the consequences of my involuntary actions ,i ordered the driver to stop the

One moment she was a woman in leather trousers and a silk shirt; the next, she was a blur of white fur, a four-hundred-pound engine of muscle and teeth tearing through the underbrush at sixty miles per hour. ​She tracked the scent to the very edge of the Silver Bane territory, where the cliffs dropped off into the churning, icy waters of the Blackwater River. There, leaning against a jagged rock as if he were waiting for a carriage rather than trespassing in the most dangerous territory in the hemisphere, was a man.

Strange. “Let’s stop here.” She tapped the horse with her reins to signal for it to halt. There was no cover in sight as they were in the portion of the desert with only loose sand under their feet, but that was the good thing about a steed like this, a sand horse—the ultimate desert-adapted creature. She nestled against the beast’s side after it lay down, avoiding the large, flat hooves tucked under its body, and took refuge under its fanned, curved tail that hovered over them both. And despite the hostile conditions, in all honesty, it was the most peaceful she had felt in days.

" Another grin split the face wide open, bright and unrepentant. "He's a desert Wolf," Jabari continued. " A berserker, and a literal troublemaker by default." He wriggled his hand slightly, and Romulus swayed. "We found him at the Silver Falls, patrolling close to the wood cabin. He has been moving through our territory at close range, quiet entries, deliberate routes — and by every pattern of his movement, he has been stalking you, Master Ashworth." There was a brief, weighted silence. "That is the only word for it. Because this one is nothing close to normal." Deimon stared at the dangling figure. Something behind his eyes shifted — not softening, but sharpening.

Hector said and held the mug as he drinks water. Soheila nodded and drank water as well. Although Hector's level was not the same as Soheila who was a Grade 2 Advanced Beast Tamer Master, Hector is still young and yet he reached that lever. They could say that Hector was a genius and talented cultivator. Soheila advanced a level ever since she tamed the golden lion. Before she tamed the golden lion, she was only a Grade 2 Intermediate Beast Tamer Master. "A Grade 1 Advanced Array Master," Maximo answered shortly.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

Then it came—a long, long howl, echoing across the desolate emptiness, as if the desert itself had cried out in anguish. Susan stepped back and whispered, "The wolves…" In one swift motion, Muhammad drew his pistol, his grip trembling despite his efforts to appear steady. He spoke in a low, firm voice: "Don't worry, I have a weapon." He raised the weapon, but the darkness was too thick, too alive to be penetrated by bullets alone—as if the desert itself were waiting, patient and hungry, for the perfect moment to strike. Who is Sheikh Shams al-Duhur? Sheikh Shams al-Duhur