The Black Beast Of Argh นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It stood eight feet tall, its fur matted with a black, oily substance that smelled of rot. Ariyah backed away, her heart hammering against her ribs. Under normal circumstances, she could shift and outrun it. But she was weak, feverish, and she could feel the protective instinct of her pregnancy dampening her wolf’s aggression. Her body was prioritizing the life inside her over the fight in front of her. The beast lunged. Ariyah threw herself to the side, the bear’s claws whistling past her ear and slamming into a tree trunk with enough force to shatter the wood. She scrambled to her feet, her vision swimming.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

The beast growled at her, and she automatically took a step backward in fear. Amarah let out a scream, immediately crouching down, raising her arms over her to protect herself, as the beast lunged at her. She felt a heavy swipe on her arm and heard another different growl. She looked up and saw another beast, this time with thick grey hair with streaks of silver and white. The grey beast lunged at the darker one, his paw swiping at it hardly. Hide! She thought she heard Matt shouting the command. She looked around to see for any signs of him but did not see him.

The moment was shattered by a feral roar. From the ruined stairwell, a blur of black thundered through the smoke—massive, fast, and terrifying. A beast forged in vengeance and desperation. “Lucas?” Lila gasped, eyes widening. The black wolf launched into the fray, claws scraping against steel, jaws wide in a snarl of pure fury. Arika turned too late. He crashed into her with bone-cracking force, sending her skidding across the floor.

“Kasul will see through your plan in mere seconds. Before the minute ticks by, the entire tribe is extinguished.” “You’re not making this up, are you?” his teeth chattered. “That’s understandable, as you haven’t seen him eat an entire tribe.” “How can we stop him?” I finally spoke. “Ahh!” a woman’s high-pitched scream suddenly echoed from the city center. “Someone’s in trouble,” Argean shivered into the black beast. “Let’s hurry!” I ripped off my plain, white shirt and the beast’s hair littered my exposed skin. “Wait a sec. This might be a trap,” dad grabbed my beastly arm.

"WIIIIEKKK! WIIIEEEKKKK! WIIEEEKKK!!!! The lava breathing boar squeak in protest. 'You cheater! You're not a beast! You're simply a monster! Stop messing around with me!' It wanted to shout but unfortunately, this beast is not capable of speaking. The beast wanted to run as far as he could. Away from the terrifying black panther who was slowly walking towards him. Yet, he cannot muster the strength to do so. He loses his strength and the will to fight as soon as his eyes lock eye contact with the black panther. Its ancient aura radiated and it affect the beast's psyche.

The power from the kick knocks both of them unconscious. “You! you are that cripple servant!” The last men in black point at the one who attacked them. And that’s Fatty Pao who’s looking at the last men in black with hostility before smirking. Suddenly a big jaw of a black beast appears behind that man in black and bite at his right arm. “Argggggggh” He screams in agony before the black beast drags him down from the tree before tearing off the arm and chewing before swallowing it before the eye of that man in black that reflect only terror.

"Yeah, she let your mate die, and she gave me the wrong mate." "Who?" Brax asked surprised. He was looking a lot better now that he had showered, but he was still sporting the beard. He looked years older and a lot more serious with the beard. Like a grumpy old bear. I giggled. Yeah, that’s what he looks like. "Who?" Brax asked again. "O, Argo." I replied while thinking about what kind of animal Argo looked like. Something sneaky like a fox..Or a badger. Or a snake.

The other elders quickly caught on. “Right. Giant Black Mambas are arrogant. They are lazy, but they aren’t pushovers. They even go against weaker Mythic Class Magical Beasts when their pride is threatened. But they are no match against true Mythic Class Magical Beasts. So the only creature that can disregard it so is a Mythic Class Magical Beast.” “I finally figured it out after Joe and I were attacked by the Giant Black Mamba. It had been toiling with our team all along. None of us expected this. Why was that?”