The Black Beast Of Argh นิยาย & เรื่องราว

So when his fingers touched that scripture, the Chi all over his body shook vigorously. At this moment, the old monk suddenly looked up, stared at the Black Robe, and roared. The Black Robe snorted coldly and resisted him with a stare. Alex, however, fired Arash’s Bow in his hand and shot the lightning-like arrow at the Black Robe in that instant. Smack! Amidst the busyness, the Black Robe unexpectedly reached out and broke the demonic red arrow by grabbing it. Although half of the arrow hit his shoulder, it did not seem to impact him greatly.

The Jackals had arrived. ​The heavy steel doors at the far end of the warehouse began to screech open, moving on rusted tracks. The fog rolled in, thick and white, and out of the mist stepped a figure that made Vivienne’s blood turn to ice. ​Arthur Blackwood walked into the center of the warehouse, his silver hair gleaming under the overhead industrial lights. He wasn't alone. A dozen men in matte-black tactical gear fanned out behind him, their red laser sights dancing across the crates like hungry insects.

A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of my mind, faint and distant, a primal warning that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t place it — it wasn’t my own fear, but something else, something ancient and wild, screaming at me to run. The Blue Moon Beast was the apex predator of the Black Forest — ten times more savage than a hellhound. Any creature that entered its territory, werewolf or otherwise, didn't leave alive. "I want to take one home — Damien, isn't it pretty?" Wendy raised her bow and nocked an arrow. "Don't!" The arrow was already in the air.

She looked up and met my eyes, paralyzing me for a moment, “The beast would tear you apart.” She stepped back and I let her. “Keep your doors locked, Aria.” She walked backwards towards the door, without turning. “The Beast comes at night and devours fresh, young flesh…” Her hand settled on the door knob, “…before he tears them apart.” I had no doubt that I was pale. She was telling me something. It was like she was reciting a script. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you tell anyone about me, your loved ones will pay.”

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

Author’s POV La Perla Negra—The Black Pearl—was a high-end brothel located on the outskirts of the city. It was owned and operated by Vincenzo, the crime boss who had saved her from a fate worse than death. He had transported Dolores there instead of the strip club he had signed her up for, so she would gain experience first.

But behind those doors, beneath the perfume and chandeliers, the truth rotted like a slow-burning wound. Agustin stepped out of the vehicle, clad in black from head to toe — tailored coat, matte gloves, and boots that didn’t make a sound when he moved. His eyes scanned the building, calculating exits, guards, and patterns. He didn’t need a full hour. Just ten minutes to read the heartbeat of the place. This wasn’t the first time he’d brought down a monster hiding in silk.

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.