Book Roar Novels & Stories

Roxy’s gasp catches my attention and I look up just in time to see her drop to her knees on the ground, sucking in air as if she’s been underwater. Her hands spread out and claws burst from her fingers. She lifts her head and howls at the moon, pouring everything inside her into the night. More howls answer her. One, then another and then many more, until the forest feels like it’s alive and the sound surrounds me, vibrating through my bones. Roxy howls again, but it cuts off abruptly and when she starts sniffing. Her head turns slowly in my direction. When our eyes meet, her brown irises glow brighter than I’ve ever seen, luminous as she tilts her head, studying me like she’s seeing somethi

There was a faint hiss of burning flesh and tobacco, a smell that was oddly, nauseatingly sweet and disturbing. He didn’t even flinch. He just flicked the dead stub away, not even glancing as it landed on a dusty, empty shelf. “No one,” he growled, under that sound rumbling from deep in his chest, “but my big bro takes away my stuff. And no one but my big bro…” He took one final, massive step forward, closing the distance.

Roar! It was the first time that the Lord Demon had felt a fatal crisis since its arrival. It had never fought with Caspian before. When it roared, it wanted the cicada to get out of its shell, abandon its tens of millions of feet huge body, and leave with its spirit.

"Roar!" Just as the two of them were in a deadlock, a beast's roar suddenly rang out. This roar was enough to tear the sky apart!

Every other thing to me seemed like it would pale in comparison. I could hear Rob’s low growl in the background, a sound filled with impatience. “Who is the Baron?” he demanded, his eyes burning with intensity as they bore into Sylvia.

He treated me like a King would one moment, distant and cold, and then the next, like… like this. He gestured to the study doors and pushed them open. The sight inside made me wince: shelves upon shelves of books, polished furniture, scrolls stacked with precise order. He led me in, his hand brushing the small of my back to guide me. I stepped quickly aside, afraid of that touch burning too long on my skin. “Look carefully,” Ro said, pointing to the shelves. “Do you notice anything wrong?” I glanced over the rows, then back at him. To me, they looked like rows of books. How was I supposed to know what was wrong?

Rori’s voice echoed off the walls, and she could swear it sounded more animal than human. Henry growled in frustration and as he worked to dislodge Rori from his back, he dropped the book on the floor, and it slammed closed with what sounded like the agonizing cries of thousands of souls. Henry grabbed Rori by the hair and flipped her over his head, slamming her small body to the floor with a thud. As Rori tried to regain her breath Destiny landed on the ground next to her, “Rori help us” she cried and as Rori looked up to see Henry stalk back toward them with the book in his hands again, she brought her body up off the floor with all the strength she could muster and as the book started to

ROARRR! The demonic beast roared loudly and tried to intimidate the insolent fly in front because the attack didn’t even hurt it one bit and didn’t even cause a scratch so it only treated the man in the silver armor just a nuisance the same as the fly that swarmed its tail.

I tell Brady. He turns to look at me when I say this. Dru, Carl, and he are standing around watching things get set up. Carl helps just cause he is huge and is extra muscle. I tell them what I saw a few minutes ago. Brady just rolls his eyes. He may have tried to hide it, but I saw the small smile on his face. “The right woman can change a man,” Carl grunts out.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.