Romans & histoires Clumsy Beasts You've Crossed The Line Chapter 1

** The Veil Between Worlds** The group ventured deeper into the mysterious terrain, the air thick with an unexplainable tension. The ground beneath their feet shifted subtly, almost alive, as if the land itself was aware of their presence. The mark on Clara’s hand burned faintly, a constant reminder of the seal they had claimed and the power it held. As they pressed on, Celeste halted abruptly, raising a hand to signal silence. The group froze, their breaths held in unison. “Do you hear that?” Celeste whispered, her voice barely audible.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 38: A First-Time Clown Crystal’s POV I could only see the darkness in front of me. I tried waving my arms in the air, but I couldn’t. It feels like a heavy weight was put on my entire body, making me unable to move.

FACELESS VICTIM: ROSALENDA DEL FUEGO CHAPTER 41 [The beast actually never sleep. He take those who should be clean, chastise and soon drive the knife and pray as they perish...] WARNING: [This chapter may contain scenes, which aren’t suitable for an audience below 18. If it isn’t your forte, you can stop reading or skip this part. Read at your own risk. Thank you J ] “What? You can’t fucking stand me anymore, is that it?” It was of a woman voice, who sounded mad, rage dripping from ever thrown words she express.

Instead of falling to the side, they burrowed into the body via the cut in the armpit. 1st Emperor clawed at his body trying to remove them. They moved to fast, cutting at his apertures with a greed of rapid dogs. Speaking of dogs, the mace came around and struck the center of the back. The base of the spine was hit on the second swing. *Crack!* The reverting break travel to the toes in a tiny shockwave. "Weak body. How pitiful, the 2nd Emperor is much more valuable than you." Ren sneered. His fingers already reformed as he waved them. The Fan appearing but vanishing instantly. "Huh?"

“Experience tells me that wild animals wait until their prey is at its most vulnerable. Maybe that’s what all this is about.” Beatrice thought this over. She turned to look back at the creature on the foredeck, which stood motionless, watching them from the chain link barrier. “Let’s keep moving,” Beatrice whispered, nudging Claire forward, their steps uncertain against the rise and fall of the ocean. Beatrice clung to the rail, her hand touched a smear of blood left by Claire, and a jolt—akin to that of static—made her look down at her fingers. Droplets of blood were paused in mid-air, their fall to the water arrested by some strange magic.

The last thing I saw was Cross falling. You said it. No taksies. He growled like the devil, and everything went black. A/n: more chapters incoming. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

When he pulled Clarissa into his lap, he knew he would piss Stefan off, but it was worth it. Clarissa The massive monster’s sudden attack stunned Clarissa. Ample muscles carved into the stone of its epidermis rippled eerily as it turned Blake into a punching bag. The monster tore at her friend’s flesh with heinous claws, propelled by angular obelisk wings that flapped violently behind him. Getting to her feet, she gathered the terror building within her. This colossal beast would not hurt Blake any longer. She stepped into a fighting position, crossing her thumb and forefinger, palms out the way she intended to send the beam.

My claws dug trenches into the stone, but I couldn’t stop myself from sliding toward him. Crux leaned down, molten eyes burning into mine. “You call yourself a protector,” he growled, “and yet you can’t even withstand my fire.” He pushed my snout into the ground with one massive claw, pinning my head sideways. My body strained and my wings trembling, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t lift him. He was too heavy. He pressed me deeper. The stone beneath my skull cracked. My vision blurred at the edges. Crux lowered his head until his enormous teeth brushed my horn.

The growl comes again louder closer. A claw pierces the edge of the breach. Silver. Jagged. Slick with light like molten mercury. Clara’s storm erupts instantly. “Oh, screw this I’m not dealing with a goddess AND her murder-pet ” “Clara,” I hiss, “don’t attack until we know ” The creature pulls itself halfway through the breach. And I lose my breath. It looks like something carved out of moonlight and nightmares four elongated limbs a long, distorted serpentine torso