Long Bloody Roar Novels & Stories

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

Of course, she knew about the Rocky! Darryl did not speak; he was still in shock. His heart also felt so conflicted. He never imagined that he would get to see the fierce beast that was always mentioned in the myths with his own eyes! Roar! The Rocky roared so loudly that it could shatter the world! The Rocky sprayed a ball of red flame from its mouth and aimed it at Darryl and Sloan! The flame carried the beast's inexhaustible anger and frustration! "The Blood Flame? Rocky had just sprayed the Blood Flame!"

And each of his appearances were marked by the death of a giant or two. “ROAR” the golden armored soldiers roared like beasts on steroids. Their furious roar travelled to the heart of the giants who bared their path to their home. With ferocity not at all inferior to the small man’s each soldier attacked with the pain and despair of seeing their friends being struck down.

ROAAARRRR…. The deafening roar echoed through Bing Hua and his group, including the demons who felt the intense pressure from Long Chen. Even in the distant battlefield where the Xiwang Alliance and demon forces were still fighting, the roar reverberated. Especially the Long family, who possessed dragon blood, were deeply affected by the dragon's roar. "What… is that?" asked Long Hu, standing beside the dragon ancestor.

With a ferocious grin, his shriveled fangs fully bared, he raised the sword high and aimed it at the throat of the giant wolf pinned firmly to the pillar, whose breathing had already become faint. “RUMBLE—!!!” A tremendous roar, powerful enough to tear the roof off the lighthouse, descended from the dark night sky without warning.

Under the fixed gazes of the crowd the Lightning Emperor’s fist met the steel rod, and a massive roar of thunder filled the ears of all before the world grew still. *ROAR* *BOOM*

"MAAAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRRR" [ Don't be so cocky stinky pig! ] All of a sudden, a huge black panther leap between the lava breathing boar and Nike's body. " WIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEKKK" The lava breathing boar screeched when it saw another intruder. [ Oh c'mon stop it????! What are you screaming for??!!!! ] "GRAAAAAAWWWWRRRR" The lava breathing boar growled menacingly as another ball of red flame started to form between its tusk.

The roar was indeed loud, which could echo over the icy walls of the Ice Castle of Ayruzglow since Akshara was annoying the most ferocious animal in the world. The roar did shake every Ayruzian's mind, including Nora's. Indigo was so sure about Akshara’s safety and she thought, "I know the understanding of that demon animal and Akshara. It won’t hurt her. But, this roar is indeed giving me only fear." "My lady?" Indigo voiced at Nora, who was listening to the roar from the dungeon with a hand on her heart. Nora spoke, "Indy, is that a roar from the dungeon?"

Alpha Leori and his companions fought on, their determination fueled by both bravery and the desire to protect their pack. As the clash reached its peak, a deafening roar echoed through the chamber. The earth trembled beneath their feet, threatening to swallow them whole. It was a moment of decision, a choice between retreat and victory. As the chamber reverberated with the deafening roar and the ground quivered beneath them, Alpha Leori and his companions found themselves at a critical juncture. The clamorous clash between the living and the ethereal reached its pinnacle, each swing of their swords met with a retaliatory strike from the ghosts.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.