Black Desert Tamer Novels & Stories

Saito added. Captain Hadeshi nodded his head in agreement as they continued riding slowly through the desert. They rode beasts called Algarneesh by the desert dwellers. The Algarneesh are large, ugly, long-necked beasts, covered in thick brown furs. They are only found in the desert. They had ridden for three days since they were dispatched from camp Mikato. Most of them are no strangers to the heat and the extreme conditions of the desert since they operate in that part of the world.

*** Pritam and Samarth embarked on their journey to the capital of Tziyonia, traversing the winding path above the valleys. A day passed, marked by the sun's fiery descent, the moon's brief appearance, and its subsequent surrender to the dawn. As they ventured deeper into the desert, the scorching sun cast its glare upon the sand, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow. The desert path, though narrower than the rocky mountain trail that lay ahead, posed its own set of challenges, particularly for the horse. However, Samarth's rigorous training had endowed the horse with remarkable strength and endurance, mirroring its master's own resilience.

"Take a good long look at where you and your woman are. My men are not afraid. This is our territory. Moon feels the same. If this Gimonde dude wants to bring a war here to the desert, he's welcome to. I doubt him and his pansy-ass men can take the heat." Dax could be right in more ways than one. It's damn hot here and the desert adds another layer of badass to its inhabitants. I saw it in Afghanistan. Acclimating to the weather wasn't an overnight experience. It hardened you, though. The heat either ate you alive or you conquered hell and flipped it the finger. This doesn't mean Gimonde won't hit in the winter. I keep this to myself. "Thank you for coming for us. I should set the record str

Suddenly, a flat voice said, "Did you just claim a white bear skin to be snow tiger skin? That’s ridiculous!” It was Darryl! He had spent three years in the Wild Deserted Secret Region and he was familiar with all kinds of beasts, especially the snow tiger. He had killed several of them, so he knew exactly how a snow tiger skin should look like. He could tell with one look that those mercenaries were not selling snow tiger skins but counterfeit white bear skins.

He had to have known where she was to see her mark up close. Second, the Desert. Fucking. Pack. They were known not only for their brutality but also for their black market slave trade. Rare items and people, powers beyond the normal, are what they dealt in. They beat anyone they encountered who disobeyed and enjoyed doing it. Strangely, they rarely leave their pack; people go to them. So what had Zander gotten himself into to pawn his daughter off to these shitheads enough for them to come to him as aides? This was where he wanted to send his daughter, where he would send my mate!

We were stuck here until they let us through – and I didn’t think they’d be doing that any time soon. ‘Not good,’ Ina hissed. ‘They’re Sand Wolves – the Desert Assassins. They aren’t as big as normal werewolves, but they’re shit-hot at combat and love using their skills to rob humans and other wolves in their territory.’ ‘You couldn’t have mentioned them before?’ I hissed, turning on the spot, assessing our chances of escape. As I took a tiny step back they started to growl, a low, vicious sound building and building as more wolves joined in.

She glared at Desmond as she walked right up to him, inches from his face. “Is that a challenge, Captain?” Tori flashed her amber eyes, showing Mystic was just under the surface. He scoffed at her, crossing his arms. “I don’t need to prove myself to the likes of you!” Tori grinned. “Okay, I guess you’re just too scared to fight me!” Tori turned back towards me, shaking her head. Without warning, Desmond shifts into his large brown wolf and growls at her. “Tori!” Jeremy yells, just as Desmond’s wolf lunges for her.

“Come with me. Discover what your father’s blood is truly meant for. You can be more than a hunted half-breed. You can be a force that makes them bow before you.” Her throat constricted. A part of her wanted to pull back…this stranger's calm demeanor and the enticing promise of power reminded her too much of the whispers that led wolves to their downfall. A different part of her, weary and trapped, yearned for the relief that came with no longer fleeing. She paused. “What if I say no?” Rael’s expression softened, revealing a hint of compassion. “Then you’ll just keep running. Until they catch up to you. Or he does.”

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