Black War Greymon X Novels & Stories

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him. Amari has rested assuredly. They had won the second stage. The guy with raven black hair, dirtied face, and black blood covered in his clothes and face. He wiped it off and put back his sword from his waist. "Amari, I'm sorry." He said worriedly and offered his hand to his comrade. Amari almost cried in relief accepting, his hand. "We did it." Amari looked at the Whole Arena. The dead SCHIZOPHREN was laying in the ground with its tentacles splatted all over the place. Alkhun has defeated the monster. They started to see the people outside. Looking at them in awe.

He noticed the crystal on its forehead briefly gleamed and shined after it healed itself. A while ago, its body had already been bathed with its own blood of muddy black color from all the wounds it took. Yet now, it completely returned to its original color, like nothing happened in the first place. Feeling suspicious, Yman knitted his brows. Although he was not sure, he could still remember some of his teacher's teachings. He said that the monster with '+' on their rank tend to have a crazy mode that will be triggered when the monster's health points dropped at a certain percentage.

The beast shifted in a blur of bone and muscle, transforming into a tall, broad-shouldered male clad in the dark leather armor of the Greystone Pack Holdings. It wasn't an Enforcer. Standing in the ruined doorway, a vicious, bloodthirsty smile spreading across his scar-pattered face, was Evander Greystone himself. Behind him stood Lucan Blackmoor, his hands dripping with fresh, dark wolf blood. "Well, well," Evander purred, his deep voice echoing off the stone walls as he looked from Felix's paralyzed body on the floor up to my frozen form. "It seems the little human bitch did our work for us."

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

"Go, Blackie! Eat them!" Crying in delight upon hearing its new name, the Darkscale streaked toward the trio, its size rapidly swelling and soon blocking out the sun. Everyone could feel its terrible aura. "Shit!" Chivas swore and turned to run. "Curse you, Caleb! Don't use your pets to fight us!" the white-clad youth bellowed as he pulled his girlfriend along to run as well. Boom!!! In the end, Blackie was Monarch class and had been overwhelming over thirty youths all at the same time.

Xandar and Lucianne were studying the details of the population: Brown (Light): 1 male Brown (Dark): 1 female Grey: 2 males; 1 female Black: 0 White: 0 Others: 0 Total: 5 Greg tried not to sound too exasperated as he answered, “One, the ‘others’ category is nil, meaning that they’re normal wolves without any of those legendary special abilities. And if you remember basic science, deputy, you’d know that black-furred animals are known to be more rebellious or ambitious, or both, thus dangerous, so their absence is something to be happy about. Three, no white wolves, which are generally known to either be harmless or only look harmless but are quite the opposite. No offense intended, My Queen.

Ibekwe dug his knees into the ground, and Akagi withdrew immediately like a failed lion. Akagi pounced once again on Ibekwe, throwing his full body mass on him to pull him down, but Ibekwe stood his ground. In the end, their shoulders collided and clamped together. The wrestling drums rolled. Akagi felt the pain of his shoulders and whimpered like a frailed lion. His bones were getting weaker, and Ibekwe was acting beyond expectations. He studied Ibekwe with weary eyes, nursing the pain, and trying to hearken to the voices of those who were cheering him to continue. He swirled his hands as if clearing a filled space in the air and surged forward towards Ibekwe with his weak shoulders. He was

Said Zhu Wushang then he turned toward Blacky. “Blacky, come with me. These guys will become the corpse in your place.” As he said, Zhu Wushang Shadow sway a little before the black tar-like things that mixed with some tentacles and organs creeping toward Blacky. The Black things cover Blacky like Blanket before Blacky stood up and transform himself into a form of a Black wolf the size of a normal wolf.

the Blood General roared angrily. ROAAARRRR…. ARRRRRRR…. A giant eagle and a large rat, both entirely black in color, with two black wings resembling bat wings, attacked the Blood General together. The Blood General looked at the two strange creatures, unaware of how high the world was, and felt displeased. "Blood hands!" he said.