Marowak Novels & Stories

The elf girl was holding this intricate bow displaying an ombre of colors of pure white, lavender, and icy blue, facing a {Class-Pawn: Barbarian Yellow Tiger}. The size of the creature was three times that of the girl; it had a menacing glint in its eyes as it glared down at the impassive girl standing before it. Maria had a hard time believing that this beast was ranked in the pawn class. Asking herself, how could this girl remain so calm and not show any reaction?

Unique skill- No longer consumes spiritual energy after summoned. Lord Ira>> Whale Wind 'S class' [ Megalodon shape familiar with huge fins that enables it to fly. Air and water mobility. High agility in both air and water. Rare S class type. Water manipulation and super aggressive combat familiar with 87% Physical attack strength, 35% physical and spell immunity with 60% evasive ability. Unique Skill- 100% Immunity physical attack while in water.]

Due to my anxiety, I only smiled at Miya as my answer. After a quick introduction, Miya and her brother started tonight's training with a friendly wolf battle. They had the same wolf color, a tundra. They were both quick, never showing a hint of uncertainty as they attacked each other and rolled to the ground several times. For a maid and omega, I had no idea that Miya was this powerful and incredibly fast, but Miya's brother, Mason, was faster and even more powerful since he sent Miya to the ground without breaking a sweat and then pinned her using his vigorous paw.

Under this case, it was easy and simple to share worries and gratefully listen to words of support. Martha shared her plan for punishing one black, shameless wolf, but I doubted very much that I could do it. And she offered me not only to seduce him, but something close to this, but in no case let him in. Fortunately, there was an artifact to help me, my protector, because without him, according to Martha, Maxim even there would be no chance to stop and not pounce on me, confirming the male's right to the female. After listening to her, she cast a skeptical glance and tried to explain that such a gray mouse like me, shish what happens!

Elias smiled gently, did not expect so many days without close followers, but in just two days, he brought back two people who did not have a bit of health and intelligence. Elias turned to enter the bar, ignoring the stubbornness of the girl standing there. “Innkeeper, give me a pint of beer.” Elias sat in a corner, avoiding others to recognize his identity, raised his hand to call for service. “Yes now, yes now!” A werewolf that hasn't fully evolved yet, with a hairy face, holding a large beer bottle, ran very fast. “Please use it! Would you like something else to eat?” His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled th

Eventually Duke sat down next to Leila, and the other wolves moved forward to greet her. It was obvious who Beta Dimitri, Beta Jax, and Colby were. Even though Beta Dimitri was the largest, Beta Jax wasn’t far behind him, and Colby was the smallest. All 3 were dark brown with one cream spot on their right front paw. They all had the same color eyes as they did as humans. Gamma Peter, and Gamma Ross were gray with a black stripe down their back. Molly was cream with brown spots. Melissa was also cream, but she had black spots.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

my father ordered, and everywhere was silent. Mai'Aljannu spread an animal hide on the floor and sat on it. He brought out some bones. The bones looked like human fingers, but no one spoke. He also brought out eight cowries and four Kola nuts. He divided each kola nut into four. From every four, he took one part of the kola nut and ate it. When he finished, he spread the items on the hide and cut his palm. He did not even flinch from pain. He dropped his blood on the things and began to recite something in a strange language. Then just like that, he was still; he looked upon the item silently without moving. After a few seconds, he engaged in a conversation with the items. The language he sp

“No weapons—just claws and will. Begin when you’re ready.” Mara lunged without warning, her movements a blur of speed, her fist aimed at Alya’s chest. Alya sidestepped, her body rippling as she shifted mid-motion—her human form dissolving into Ember, the sleek auburn wolf emerging with a flash of silver light. Ember’s fur gleamed like polished copper, her fiery eyes locking onto Mara, claws sparking against the earth as she dodged another strike. The pack gasped, then cheered, the clearing vibrating with their energy.

At the center of the sanctum stood the marrow god, a towering, grotesque entity of ice, bone, and shadow, its form a shifting mass of jagged ice shards and skeletal fragments, held together by tendrils of dark magic, its body nearly twenty feet tall, its limbs long and sinewy, ending in claws of sharpened bone, its torso a mass of cracked ice, veins of obsidian running through it like black lightning, a glowing blue core pulsing at its center, the source of its power, its face a hollow skull of ice, its eye sockets burning with a fierce blue light, its mouth a gaping maw of jagged bone, a low, guttural roar echoing from its depths, the air around it shimmering with a frigid mist, the ground