Prowl Beast Wars Novels & Stories

Valeborne’s voice roared across the world, deep and apocalyptic: “The Divine War begins. Kneel, or perish.” Iris stared in horror as monstrous shadow-beasts cascaded from the sky, flooding the battlefield. Lyra smirked and melted into the darkness. “Looks like we’ll finish this another day.” Iris turned, her eyes blazing with defiance as the swarm descended.

The oldest wolf in my pack, Elder Callum rasped in his thin, whispery voice and several murmurs of assent followed. “I can assure you, there is no talk of a war. Even if there was, the wolven alliance has trippled in force and power after the last human-shifter conflict. We won’t be easy pickings this time, so there’s nothing to worry about.” I said but they didn’t look any less worried. Not that I could blame them. Until I cleaned up this mess and found the culprit, peace was a ticking time-bomb and our treaty was liable to dissolution. Still, I didn’t have to admit that to them. How much they knew was entirely in my discretion.

the young Azeria grinned. "No, it should be beauty and the beast, baby." Aunt Serena laughed. "No! "Beauty and the wildest beast are better," the young Azeria insisted. Why did I forget this incident? If I could remember this incident, I wish the trouble between the Tacata and Hillarca would have ended a long time ago. In the dream, if that's my memory, I woke up and was still stunned for a few minutes. Until I got up and decided to go to the library. I found the book I remembered, and now I understand everything. I found several copies of the book I was looking for, so it took a long time before I found what I was looking for.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

“Two hundred and twenty-six souls will be enough to fuel my next battle. Call lieutenant Jrue Deryleen, tell him to ready the new squad when they wake up, we will be leaving for Kantos village at sunrise.” “Right away sir.” “It is time….great grandfather, your wish will finally come true. The independent states will be ours. It is time we show the world the true power of Urogi! THE ART OF SOUL MAGIC!” . BACK IN THE FOREST Daito was releasing ridiculous bursts of energy in concentrated waves of embers. The villagers quacked in their boots, witnessing a potential end to their lives. He took a step forward, burning off the vegetation under him, he took another step, forcing some of the village

Third Person’s POV Before it all began, Wysteria was a unique continent that humans couldn't see or enter. There are live creatures that people never thought were real. It is filled with fairies, monsters, and demons. The three types of creatures live there without any problems. Fairies are the highest rank that monsters and demons follow. In the family of fairies, three brothers rule Wysteria. They are Amoroso, Agape, and Agamemnon. The three brothers were born in the same flower. All those below them follow them.

Alpha Zane Atlantis watched the pack from below, his long finger slowly grazing his chin. Here was the pack he had fought all his life for, and for some time, he just couldn't grow used to the peace. He had gotten so accustomed to war, the peace and gaiety seemed almost boring. For the serenity and the good of his pack, however, he knew not to go out there to cause trouble. With a small sigh, he drew back from the large balcony, then swiftly removed the unbuttoned coat he had been wearing.

It was indeed the fastest time range, I had shifted. I looked up, only to be met with Caspian’s dark and alluring gaze. “Grooowwwwll!!!!” something rumbled. It was then I realized, it was his beast’s rumbling and the same thing had happened to him. He was surfaced in seconds— a black creature several feet taller than mine. Huger, with a blemished and an eye sore of a face…but I saw through him. I saw through that. Our wolves hugged surprisingly, rolling over on the bed. Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room.

"It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace." "So what you are saying now is that if we stop this cooperation between packs, there's a possibility of the blood moon beast coming back." "Yes, Taz. That's why everyone of us are trying our best in maintaining the new tradition." "Can the death of Yvonne bring back the beast?" "No, it can't." "But she was murdered, so…" "Yet there is still peace." "But…" Niue sighed, "Enough of the questions, we have a murder case to solve, so leave the beast matter alone." Niue stood up and stretched, his old bones cracking. He patted Taz on the head and walked away.