Bloody Roar: Primal Fury Novels & Stories

While hugging, she examined the wound. "You are a mess because of me." She said. "I know, I am a mess and that's the last thing you need right now... But this mess loves you endlessly." He confessed without breaking the hug. A few moments later, they both parted from the embrace. "Ah Silly me... I should have proposed you with a fresh rose." He said while glancing towards the bloodied rose. "I am super okay bukka. You yourself said, that the person should not be afraid of thorns If they crave for roses...and I am willing to take everything for you. Even though it is a Black Rose With Bloody Thorns, I don't mind at all." She said.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

The coppery scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and rage. They collided again with bone-jarring force, beast against beast, fury against fury. Their muscles strained and rippled under fur matted with blood, each blow a brutal testament to their power. Claws slashed. Teeth snapped. Every movement was primal, a raw, instinctive dance fueled by hatred and ancient rivalry.

I roared, my voice distorted and monstrous. The charge exploded like thunder. My warriors howled and surged forward with ruthless precision, while I led the front, tearing into Malrik’s rogues like a living storm. My claws sank into the first soldier’s chest—ripping through bone like paper—then flung his lifeless body into another. I didn’t pause. Another came at me with speed. I grabbed his wrist mid-swing, snapped it backward, then rammed my claws up through his jaw. His scream was muffled by the blood flooding his throat.

Dragon Roar! Shockwaves were released by Noah's roar, befuddling the two brothers. Their Essence flow was messed up by this and caused severe damage to them. They both lost the ability to maintain the Essence that kept its chaotic counterpart at bay. Rax was much worse as he was, at the time, executing his Battle Art.

With a single, earth-shaking leap, she landed before them, her massive frame blocking their only path of escape. The rogues trembled, paralyzed by a terror that froze their very blood, but the White Wolf gave them no chance to draw another breath. She lashed out, her claws whistling through the air in a blur of ivory light. One by one, the rogues collapsed. Their breathing stopped instantly, blood seeping into the soil as their souls fled their broken bodies. Then, she threw her head back and let out an ear-deafening roar—a pained, jagged cry that seemed to pierce the very heart of the sky.

The beast in me roared to life. “Get ready, Rocky Pack!” I bellowed. “Show no mercy!” Then I charged. The night erupted into chaos growls, screams, snapping bones, and tearing flesh. The metallic scent of blood filled the air instantly. I tore through the first wave, slashing my claws across a wolf’s throat. Another lunged from the side, I grabbed its snout and snapped its neck with a twist..separating its head from the body. Blood sprayed across my face as I kicked another to the ground, crushing its skull beneath my boot.

Just as the ritual required. Before she could speak again, a roar tore through the clearing, a heavy, thunderous, earth-shaking roar that ripped the air apart. My smile faltered. The rogues froze. Charlotte’s eyes widened. And then Rowan burst into the clearing, his enormous Lycan form slamming into the nearest rogue with enough force to break bone. Behind him, more Lycans surged forward, towering monsters of muscle and rage, their eyes glowing like molten silver. The forest exploded into chaos.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Screams and growls erupted, the river's roar amplifying the chaos, mist swirling chaotically as bodies collided. Alya reacted instantly, her amber eyes blazing with fury, emotions exploding: rage igniting like wildfire, protectiveness surging for her pack. "Ambush! Form up!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the fog like a command from the moon itself, shifting mid-leap to Ember, auburn fur rippling into existence, fiery eyes locking on the nearest cult wolf. Her claws sparked against the rock as she charged, teeth tearing into flesh with a satisfying rip, blood hot on her tongue.