Legend Of The Four Beasts Novels & Stories

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan. Mine was shown last. Was the largest of the three. A wolf head, snarling with spit flying all around. A skull on its head, smaller by comparison but a wolf's nonetheless. The words Memento Mori are written elegantly at the bottom. I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

According to the tale, it came every five hundred years to take away with him six girls and legend had it that they were killed and left there to die at the entrance of the forest. The High Table and the Members of the four councils had made a pact with the beast years ago, and every five hundred years, the Night of the Chosen was held to pick six unfortunate girls to die in the hands of the Lycan Beast. They say most wolves never get to experience a night like this in their lifetime, having it was hundreds of years the event was held. Boy, was I unlucky. I was not afraid. I was just tired of this made up fairy tale and how the Government has always used it to exploit the girls of the Villag

Unfazed, Adrian roared, “Everyone, it’s time to fight! Give it everything you’ve got!” For days, the Purecastlers had been waiting for this moment. With the daemonic forces attacking, they were ready to act. Irene, Tyron, Orson, Simeon, and the other apprentices activated their formation, unleashing their combined power. Instantly, the Four Symbols—Dragon, Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Tortoise—appeared over Gull Isle. The sacred beasts roared and clashed with the daemonic horde. Meanwhile, Thundura was enveloped in red lightning and thunder. He declared, “You will all die in this battle!”

Lucretia's eyebrows were frowned. "The little girl is very insightful," the Green Sky Python looked at the four people in front of him with interest. "Don't be surprised, Lucretia can be said to be an encyclopedia of magical beasts, and within four years, memorized all of the Creeping Magical Beasts, Flying Magical Beasts, and King Magical Beasts" Sasuke didn't say it was okay to say it Lilith and Sasuke were even more surprised to know that just a few of these types of books accounted for one hundred thousand and thirty-three thousand copies of the book!

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

Building blocks spelling out words that would never be finished. The screams echoed through every room. Desperate pleas for mercy. Mothers trying to shield their babies. Fathers fighting hopeless battles against something they couldn't understand. Three hundred thousand people. Men, women, children. An entire bloodline wiped out in a single night of uncontrolled rage. And in the center of it all, a beast with silver eyes and claws like razors, tearing through anyone who crossed his path. The curse had taken him completely that night, turned him into something monstrous and unstoppable.

We were reaching the base of the Bone Tower. ​Up close, the tower was horrifying. It was built from thousands of bones—ribs, skulls, and limbs—all fused together into a smooth, white surface. There were no windows, only a single door at the bottom made of black iron. ​Standing in front of the door was the largest monster we had seen yet. It was fifteen feet tall, with four arms and a head like a wolf. It wasn't made of smoke. It was made of solid, black stone. ​"This is the First Beast," I said. "The one Silas told us about."