Long Bloody Roar Novels & Stories

Steve squinted his eyes, staring at Aaric with a confused look, but Aaric didn't see him at all, his sharp gaze fell on something behind him, which made the man have to turn his body curiously. And that was when Steve could see it, something he had never seen before… At first, Steve didn't realize anything strange, but then he could see his own shadow which was slowly moving and writhing, like a living creature and dramatically, the shadow had a figure of its own, as it eventually transformed into a human form. A woman with beautiful long golden hair, very long until it reached her legs. Her hair was so long that it could cover her naked body. But, of all the things that caught Steve's eye,

Eagle’s eyes fell on Earthy who was fighting with a few elves and werelions at the same time. ‘Who the fuck is this bitch rolling up with dragons that’ll be beaten up by Earthy like bet?’ “Are you sure you are strong?” He asked innocently. GROWL! Asumu jumped to the back, “GROOOOOOAR!” “Ah. Hymn of taunt roar. What did I expect from you? The basic roar of the werelion.” Eagle was so disappointing. The hymn of taunt roar was supposedly the superior roar that could freeze the enemy out of fear. None of the receivers could withstand the attack and easily plop down on the ground with a breathless breath.

Roar! The demonic shadow let out an earth-shattering roar in boundless pain. A normal person would’ve been long dead after receiving such a severe injury. Moreover, the arrow that Dorothy had shot was definitely not an ordinary arrow. The burning flame on it was the universally well-known flame of Nirvana. However, the members of the Blood Cult were bizarre and mysterious, their body composition differing from the average person.

Just as the ritual required. Before she could speak again, a roar tore through the clearing, a heavy, thunderous, earth-shaking roar that ripped the air apart. My smile faltered. The rogues froze. Charlotte’s eyes widened. And then Rowan burst into the clearing, his enormous Lycan form slamming into the nearest rogue with enough force to break bone. Behind him, more Lycans surged forward, towering monsters of muscle and rage, their eyes glowing like molten silver. The forest exploded into chaos.

The air around him grew heavy, charged with ominous energy. Danial’s heart pounded. He knew he had to act before it was too late. He inhaled deeply, summoning every bit of strength he could muster, and roared. “DRAGON’S ROAR!” The sound erupted from him like a tidal wave, a deafening, primal blast that reverberated through the factory. It wasn’t just a sound—it was the sheer force of the roar that caught everyone off guard. The hooded figure, unprepared for such an attack at close range, was blown backward like a ragdoll. He crashed into the wall with a thunderous impact, the entire back of the factory crumbling like a house of cards. The explosion sent debris flying in all directions, and t

The wind shifted as it turned cold, carrying with it a scent that didn’t belong here. Blood and rot. The light of the runes flickered. “Lyra,” Ronan said, voice suddenly hard, “what’s happening?” “I—I don’t know.” And then, from the other side of the forest — the side that faced Moonstone — came the sound that made my blood run cold. A roar. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t wolf. It was both and neither at the same time. It split the night apart, echoing through the trees, shaking the very air. The power behind it was raw and furious, enough to make even the trees shudder.

Ash tried to scream, to throw his sword, but he was too slow. Rhea didn't flinch. She didn't even raise her hands. She simply opened her mouth. The sound that came out wasn't a scream. It wasn't a howl. It was a roar that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth, a sound so loud and so alien that it caused the obsidian trees to shatter into dust. It was the roar of a world being unmade. It was the sound of the Ruin.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

His body crashed into the tube. The sound of cracking glass echoed loudly. Gasps erupted throughout the hall. Yoren narrowed his eyes. He saw a clump of bloodied cotton fall right near the cracked tube. Yoren's eyes widened instantly. In a split second, he remembered Cyril’s bandaged hand. Yoren realised something. Damn it! At the same time, the Beast’s eyes snapped open, burning wildly. It let out a powerful growl that shook the hall itself. Its long fangs gleamed beneath the lights before an ancient howl thundered across the entire room.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to