Black War Greymon X Novels & Stories

Ravi said again, gently running his fingers through Raymond's already disheveled hair. If Raymond hadn't come to help him then, Ravi wouldn't know what his condition would have been like, or he might have even died from the excruciating pain. Ravi's hand trailed over the soft feathers on Raymond's folded wings, instantly causing Raymond to close his eyes. "Why do you have black wings among the others?" Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing.

With a thud the creature slid backwards a little, stopping the motion by digging its paws into the concrete, leaving a trail leading to where it now stood. “You’ve got the instincts of a hunter, human…” Growled the black wolf. It had a deep, scratchy voice, and with every word it felt as if he were exhaling, adding a slight tone to them. Samson lowered himself into a fighting stance. “It’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.” He responded. The black wolf chuckled. “I look forward to this fight…” It let a wolfish grin appear on its face before sprinting forwards, disappearing like a shadow.

I even bite off a wolf's dîck, he fell down instantly and died -this is gonna be a long and tiring fight. ★★★★★ After what felt like hours of fighting, I was even starting to get tired, I'm feeling sore all over my body because I have been badly injured. But our eyes were suddenly stabbed by the flash of a very bright light. The barbarian and his remaining few warriors suddenly fell down, I squinted my eyes and looked towards the light. My jaw dropped when I saw Wymond walking towards me, I released a wolfy grin and breathe in relief. *He came*

and I know that he is in guard mode. "Go to the tree. RUN!" He yells at me as I scramble to climb on my feet. I take off like a bullet but I hear a sickening crunch behind me. I turn and see Grey hasn't even shifted yet and one wolf latches onto his ankle, grinding all the way down to the bone before snapping it with his teeth. Grey groans out loud and begins punching the wolf in the head trying to get him off. He looks up at me with pure anger, "I TOLD YOU TO RUN!" And that has me turning to run once more. I catch a tint of white and black out of the corner of my eye and follow its direction which is straight at Grey. He has disposed of the wolf that broke his ankle, which he is now hobblin

Their eyes gleamed with crimson-red light, and their bodies seemed way stronger than usual goblins. They raised their weapons, which seemed made of black rock and infused with some spirit stones, releasing some fire and wind elements from them. "Interesting… Black and Gray Goblins? Are these variants due to this dungeon being made by my lord?" wondered Belphegor. Chaos, however, flew towards the Goblins while flapping his draconic wings. He decided to fight on his humanoid form this time, as he quickly activated several skills at the same time, mostly those of self-strengthening such as Orc's Strong Physique or the Giant's Skills. Additionally, he loaded himself with the Nether Wyvern Skills

Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow. “I’m not gay, okay!” Grey suddenly shouted, drawing attention from everyone nearby. “What the hell! Let go of my hand!” Black finally let go, winked, and licked his lips seductively. Blue ran to Grey behind the counter and whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you use your powers on Black too? Did you forget?” Grey grinned. “Right.” He stepped out from behind the counter and stood beside Black. Placing his hand on the young man’s waist, Grey leaned in.

Ramon's strength and speed had clearly risen to a new level, obviously a boost granted by a werewolf transformation. Yet the hardest thing to withstand was the high-frequency vibration layered onto Ramon's blade. It was a masterful display of power control, proving that Ramon truly was a prodigy born of heaven. But in all his years of facing opponents, Andrew had never been short on running into geniuses. The Blood-Eyed Black Dragon mark on Andrew's chest suddenly lit up. Each vein on it began coursing through his entire body like threads of power. The black-and-red glow in Andrew's eyes flared brighter. With a high-pitched shriek, he exhaled and roared as his greatsword cleaved straight dow

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.

Ang oras mismo ay tila tumigil. ​"Aria! Skye! Pumasok kayo sa loob!" sigaw ni Xander. ​Isang pigura ang lumabas mula sa dagat. Hindi ito tao, at hindi rin ito gaya ng mga Founders. Ito ay isang aninong may anyong tao, suot ang isang armor na gawa sa Dark Matter. ​"Xander Black," boses ng anino. "Ang 'Wolf' na nagligtas sa mundo. Dumating ako para kolektahin ang interes sa utang na iniwan ng iyong mga ninuno."

Xander and I fight side by side, our powers intertwining in ways that feel both new and achingly familiar. But for every monster we cut down, two more take its place. We're overwhelmed, outnumbered, and rapidly losing ground. Just when all seems lost, a new voice rings out – commanding, powerful, and unmistakably familiar. "Enough!" The battlefield falls silent as a figure strides through the chaos. My heart stops as I recognize him – Alpha Blackthorn, Xander's father, very much alive and radiating a power that goes far beyond that of a mere werewolf. "Dad?" Xander breathes, his voice a mixture of shock and hope.