Long Bloody Roar Novels & Stories

BOOOOMMMMM Long Chen managed to avoid the explosion from the monster's sound wave, but he felt his eardrums hurt from the wave's attack. Long Chen sighed as he calmed himself down. He remembered that this monster was called a hell bird. It had considerable strength compared to ordinary beasts because it possessed powerful and fast wind powers. Also, its sound waves were the beast's main attack. Although it wasn't the most deadly attack, it could make opponents dizzy and hurt or even rupture their eardrums. "Ah! What a troublesome opponent! I'd better get away from this beast's territory."

The sickening stench of rotting roses chokes the air as the bloody hurricane instantly dive-bombs the roaring werewolf. But I am already gone. The second Arlo screamed, I grabbed my VIP client by the waist and vaulted backward off the shattered balcony. Above us, Liviel hovers lazily in the night sky, streaming the carnage like a movie. Inside the room, the fight is a terrifying, high-speed blur of violence—razor-sharp claws tearing desperately through a screeching hurricane of blood-mist bats. Then, a deafening howl shatters the night. The blood hurricane is violently blown back.

But, the expected shower of blood did not happen as his claws that could cut parry steel met with resistance the deeper it pierced on the giant black bear’s neck. Lyor cussed on his mind as he flexibly somersaulted to avoid the sharp whistle of wind that accompanied the blow of the other giant black bear that instantly noticed him when he wasted a second on trying to take out the other one that is now roaring madly before turning to face him with blood red orbs filled with fury.

Her grey-white fur was falling out in clumps and she was breathless from the short run. Evander's scent was stronger here, and she followed it, pushing the heavy wooden door open with her snout. The room was dark, but she could see the ceiling reached high into the rafters, heavy curtains hung opposite her and one wall was covered entirely by books. His bed was in the middle of the room, and it was the biggest bed she had ever seen. The four-posted wooden monstrosity governed the space--the mattress was at waist height, and drapes cascaded luxuriously from the rails above.

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

But the vanguard wasn't done giving them a taste of highland fury. High up on the Spine, the dust from the rockslide had barely begun to drift when a chorus of terrifying, blood-chilling howling ripped through the canyon. It wasn't the sound of a few stray beasts—it was the unified roar of a sovereign pack ready to tear the throat out of their oppressors. Garick stepped to the absolute lip of the ridge, his massive lupine form a terrifying silhouette against the gray dawn. He let out a deep, echoing roar that vibrated the very air in the canyon, and then he leaped straight over the edge.

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

She wondered if she just laid here forever if eventually the earth would reclaim her and the moon goddess would welcome her soul into the moon's light. Her vision blurred as she opened her eyes again, but Chloe managed to focus on the naked tree branches above her right before a terrifying face filled her vision. The sight of bloodshot brown eyes and ratty looking beard had the blonde's breath sticking in her throat and her eyes widening in horror. She tried to get away from the putrid smell of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke but giant hands grabbed her in a vice like grip before hauling up. "What do we have here?" The man sneered. "You should be more careful when shooting a rifle. You nev

They were all dressed casually, they looked like they were having the perfect day in the son or shit like that and both Romeo and Luigi had wide smiles on her face. “Your beauty never ceases to amaze me,” He took a step back and winked, Rain’s cheeks flushed immediately and then the screams of pain got louder. Rain looked up and noticed that Alexander was now holding the rod, his back to her. He had taken off his suit, she wasn’t sure when but the sight of the contracting and bulging muscles beneath that shirt did things to her. She rubbed her thighs against each other and tried to ease the very inappropriate ache. Fuck!