Long Bloody Roar Novels & Stories

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

For the first time, all three sides of her screamed in unison: Fight. Damien shifted mid-stride, his massive black wolf slamming into a rogue, snapping its neck with brutal efficiency. Felix blurred past, faster than sight, sinking his fangs into a feral vampire’s throat, tearing it open in a spray of ash. “Maya!” Naomi’s voice rang out as she struggled to keep a rogue wolf away from her mate. Maya’s instincts surged. She let go. Her body twisted, bones snapping, fur bursting forth as Aurora—the great white wolf with ice-blue eyes—took

He looked at Naelis and bared his teeth, and a thick, black drool dripped from his mouth onto the stone. The black spot on the moon stopped growing, but the world stayed dark. The only light came from the fire of the burning mansion and the golden glow of Naelis’s fur. The wind picked up, blowing the smoke around them like a curtain. “Raorrrr!” Lihont let out a roar that shook the ground as he was ready to kill the Naelis for ruining his life's work.

Scarlet's Pov: The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels, casting a gentle glow over the ancient woods where my pack thrives. The Silver Star Pack, a symbol of centuries of lupine history, is located in the center of this mystical world. Tall trees form a natural fortress, their branches entwined like ancient guardians. I emerge from the depths of the woods. My auburn hair, touched by the morning dew, frames a face marked with determination.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Harsh white light flooded the room, leaving me momentarily blinded. "Ah fuck! Bitch give a warning before you do that!" I trained my eyes on her, my roommate as she finally sat on her bed. She was the exact opposite of me, in every sense. Her jet back hair was thrown up in two messy buns, with a few strands framing her face. She had make up on, and even her make up was a mess, her cherry red lipstick was smeared and her mascara was all...she was a mess, I have no idea how else to put it. A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled.

CHAPTER 6 — BLOOD UNDER MOONLIGHT Lyra’s POV The scream didn’t come from me. It came from the crowd. From the moment my claws tore through flesh, time fractured. Sound dulled. The feast hall—once roaring with laughter, music, and the thick scent of roasted meat—collapsed into stunned silence broken only by the wet thud of a body hitting stone. My hands were red. Not metaphorically. Literally. Blood slid down my fingers in slow, viscous lines, warm and unmistakably real. It dripped onto the marble floor, splattering against the Blackthorn crest carved beneath my feet.

“It’s pulling from inside the protected zone. Not from her outer rings.” I feel that in my chest. A low hum. Interest. “Zoom the signature,” I say. He does. The grid flares again. Not smooth. Not controlled. Jagged. Spiking and dipping like a heart that can’t find rhythm. I laugh under my breath. “That’s not her.” “No,” Carter agrees quietly. “It’s not.” I lower the scope. Dawn is bleeding into the sky now. Pale pink. Soft. Almost pretty. “You see that instability?” I ask.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

His blood pressure rose as he saw his future Luna with Long and Sarah surrounded by figures covered from head to toe in black in a ninja Esque outfits. He broke into a run and lunged high in the air, landing heavily into the midst of the black clad figures. He activated his claws and bared his canines emitting a loud ear-piercing roar. The masked figures staggered back more stunned by the sound than fear. The Roar of Fenrir! They covered their ears as they moved back. Sarah winced and fell to her knees. She was human and her ears were fragile under the frequency of the roar. “Steve!” Emma calmed him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “They are just here to talk.”