Thragg Novels & Stories

: “Doesn’t seem fully stable just yet,...buuut~ no rush here on my end. So, shall we finish this~?” Naraja: “...” Naraja inhaled and then exhaled out. Once he had control of his breathing again he charged towards where the position of the mysterious black human-like figure was at. Once Naraja was about to reach him with his hands ever so closely, Naraja felt something off about his legs..No! There definitely was something off because a form of shadow goop had started to form it’s way around his legs ever so slowly and creepily. The black goop was trying to pull him under into the ground to consume him whole. Naraja tried to push forward, he tried to fight back against the force that was hold

If only I knew more about my enemy, I could- “ Kronos!” He heard Arai shout. Wasting no time to look around as the group reached out to grab him. In the blink of an eye, the group vanished and reappeared in the entranceway. A soldier was standing where they had been just a second ago, looking bewildered, bronze saber drawn. Before he could say anything, Thora used another of her Tribal Trait’s abilities. Her eyes flashed, and her body began to glow silver. She extended a hand, and an arm with a hand at the end made entirely out of Mana rushed at the soldier and grabbed him. With a snarl, Thora used this hand to crush him like a bug.

Madam Vanessa stood calmly and glared at the figure, “Thunder, what is the meaning of this? You and those bunch of rogues haven't learned” Thunder's lips curled up, “Vanessa, you always seem to be shortsighted just like your friend, I don't have time to chit-chat with you, take me to the Agora family realm, I want to ruin it” Madam Vanessa laughed mockingly “Thunder, you overestimate yourself, you want to destroy what you can't even get access to, are you born a braggart, or, you are stupid?” Madam Vanessa scolded him. Butler Bass's face was pale, and he gulped, Thunder is a name that sent chills down the spines of people,

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

Metal whined and clanked as the Gearbanes were rive with activity. Swinging, firing and shattering any of the Fangsworn they encountered. Ragehog’s grappling hook was a devastating melee weapon up close, folded into a spike it served as a gigantic stake. While Thornrat carried a long pick axe, which by now was stained with blood and wood from the enemy dead. The Gearbanes were called such, due to the noise their gears would produce while in battle. As if their internal contraptions were close to giving way from the strain of their power.

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

(Throltys) Throltys is a proud Dragonnewt, with 250 cm tall, muscular, and scale bound. He is bound to invoke attention from others, he is like a lizardman, but he is not, he is a Dragonnewt a race who is a direct descendant of a dragon. And they are not only smart but also abnormally strong, both magic and physique. Most importantly, the Earth Dragonnewt is undoubtedly loyal to me as their entire race was given to me by the Carefree dragon that lives behind my house back in New City. So in terms of performance and loyalty, Throltys is someone that I don’t even have to worry about at all.

And greed, ancient as the first desert curse, burned hotter than any hearth Shadowfang had ever lit. But greed makes monsters careless. And this luna had already decided which one of us would be smiling when the snow finally stopped falling. **Thorn** I found Hammer by the outer ward stones long after the search parties staggered back empty-handed. Snow clung to her dark braids. Her eyes reflected the distant glow of the lodge fires like a wolf who had already chosen which throat to open first. “You smell it too,” she said. Not a question. “Desert dust under Mira’s river-stone scent,” I answered. “Same stink that was on Corren. Same stink riding the new rogue like a second skin.”

Barbie shook her head in disagreement. “You expect me to believe that Derek Stygian kidnapped you?” “Yes!” “The Derek Stygian?” Lewis threw his hands in the air. “YES!” Barbie laughed again. “Lewis, please.” “What?” “Derek Stygian is one of the richest men in the city.” “I know!” “He owns businesses, clubs, companies…” “I KNOW!” Barbie looked him up and down. “And you think someone like that would kidnap you?” Lewis stared at her. “Yes!”

Bryat pulls her closer and nods once. “And this is Alpha Caleb and Luna Marcie,” Thoran points to the remaining pair. “Of the Lunar Pack.” They bow slightly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I am honored to have become your ally,” the man’s voice is deep… impossibly deep. It vibrates through my chest, sending chills down my spine. “You as well,” Martin bows his head. “This is my mate, Marcie,” Caleb says. She may be a werewolf, but her eyes are as sharp as a cat’s. She gracefully nods with a calm, soft smile.