Roar Of The Greasepaint Novels & Stories

The stone hit a tree far away. A roar ripped through the air. It was a scary sound. It was not a wolf howl. It was a scream of pain. The Ravager came out of the mist. He was a nightmare. His fur was falling out in patches. His eyes were not gold or brown. They were a milky white, leaking green fluid. He was twice my size, and his mouth was covered in black foam. He saw the movement where the stone had hit. He lunged. I stayed very still like I was a shadow or I was the wind.

she roars mind linking everyone her voice could easy strike fear in the strongest supernatural but turns me on. Trent falls to his knee screaming in pain as each bone break one by one. His body bends and snaps into it new form as white and golden fur cover his body and he stands in front of Rona, He isn't as large as Rona and not a muscular but still larger then a normal tiger even Zeus.

She let out a menacing growl. “And what…pray tell…would that be?” She asked in a cold voice. “The one named Elleanna…” The rouge said. Rose took over causing her eyes to glow purple and gold swirls. “Well, that ain’t gonna happen.” She said in a now icy cold voice. A mist formed around the rouges as her skin showed the purple and gold swirls that were also glowing now. The rouges let out growls and went to lunge forward, but they fell dead as the mist entered into their noses and burned up their hearts and lungs.

Razor growled one of the most ferocious sounds I'd ever heard him make before opening the link & alerting the pack. "Rogue army, scent is masked. Get to bunkers or help fight now!" He bellowed through the link, waking every member of the pack. "You link mate, now." He told me, before giving me partial control. No sooner than he spoke, one came at us from our left. We turned just in time to sink our teeth into it's throat & rip it out. Then another came from our right & got our back leg. We pivoted quickly, flinging it into a near by tree. We turned to finish it off when one came from who knows where & latched on to the back of our neck. We were having a little trouble shaking that one when R

Broken cries forced their way out of my throat. The Werelions’ growls became louder… deeper… more impatient. Their golden eyes glowed fiercely in the dark. Saliva dripped from their mouths. They weren’t waiting anymore. They were closing in. Slowly. Carefully. Like hunters enjoying the fear of their prey. My legs shook badly. I stumbled back. “Please… don’t… don’t kill me…” My voice trembled helplessly. Suddenly— “ROAR!!!” The leader let out an earth-shaking roar.

Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one. I cracked my knuckles and let a sly grin spread across my face. "This is child's play," I thought. The Gromar charged at me, its enormous claws slashing the air with deadly force. I dodged and weaved, my movements fluid and well-practiced. In one swift motion, I leaped onto the beast’s back, my claws sinking deep into its dark scales.

I couldn't help but grin as I addressed him, an old partner in crime, "Hello Asphalt." Asphalt growled menacingly, his red eyes blazing with rage as he spat out his words, "You had us ensnared in this deal." His voice was thick with anger, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists. His face was contorted in a mixture of rage and frustration, and he shook with fury. The room was silent as the tension hung in the air like a thick fog, and all eyes were on Asphalt.

Aaron's panicked voice was cut through the sound of howls from the rogues; It took less than a second for them to jump over the car. The loud noises and scraping of their nails against the car doors, windows and glasses, forced me to cover my ears. Within seconds, the expensive exterior of the car was nothing less than an old rusty vehicle. The blood dripping from the crannies of the rogues painted the front glass of the car red, their growls and red-eyed vicious stares made me nauseous.

The technique was used to assert who the boss was, thereby, causing the rest to stand down. I closed my eyes, building the growl from the last depth of my stomach. I let out a long and loud roar, baring my teeth at the beasts. They stopped in their track, fixing their steely gazes on me, lips peeled back. Father seized the opportunity to crawled back beside me, soaked in blood. His chest heaved up and down, as he stared at them. Suddenly, they replied with a loud roar that rocked the entire rooms. Damn! It didn't work. It only got them angrier and more dangerous. They marched forward, fangs drawn, eyes dark with death. Saliva drooled under their jaws, wetting the underside of their chin.

Geoffrey suggested, using telepathy. “No, not now that we are this close to winning. I can feel it. It may seem like we are on the brink of losing, but I assure you, my friend, we are not,” Robbert replied. His wolf had dark gray fur and bright blue eyes. He roared loudly, ordering the warrior wolves to shift back into their human forms and fight only in that state.