The Leopard Novels & Stories

As he exhaled Mantilo realized that he wasn't alone anymore. Something was watching him. Mantilo let the Shift take him without hesitation; energy unbound within him as he gave over his body to his inner beast. Flesh slid away and reformed tightening and loosening as bones cracked and moved. Until a moment later there stood a very large male Leopard glaring out into the tall grass. Its heavy limbs and jaws were far larger than any one leopards should have been, as were its giant paws and long tail that lashed back and forth like a rapier. Its giant eyes were dilated and they glowed a bright warm yellow as the Leopard peering into the dark woods and surrounding

I gritted out. Was I going to get eaten by a leopard before I reset. I instantly conjured up a dagger that was suppose to kill but all it did was make it mad when I stabbed it in the cheek. This wasn't good. I conjured up a dagger that caused excruciating pain and stabbed him one more time causing him to release my leg. As I hurried up and pushed myself away I noticed that my leg wasn't healing. What type of leopard was this that I didn't heal instantly?

The beast wanted something, or rather, someone else to calm him. I was nothing like the wolves who gave me the ridiculous name Lupus Deus . I was not a wolf, and I didn’t act like one. I was higher than them. I could understand why they would believe it. I was animalistic. Although I did the same things an ordinary wolf would do—such as, growling, snarling, howling at the moon, and using my heightened senses—at the end of the day, I was much more than a wolf.