White Red Legendary Creatures Novels & Stories

Ming He’s eyes brightened when he heard Chu Feng’s words. Leviathan, a beast of legends whose blood could heal any and all injuries. No matter the disorder or disease, the blood of the Leviathan would be enough. It could be cancer, an incurable kidney disease, or chronic ischaemic heart disease, the blood of the Leviathan could heal all! It was a beast that had not been seen since the ancient times, and neither Ming He nor Chu Feng believed that it was a beast that actually existed. It seemed too absurd to be true.

Darkness, the infinite darkness Dull eyes The last breath Arm falls The candle goes out forever A shadow shaped like an ancient beast looks at the decrepit body See a light invisible to the eyes of the living The beast takes control. Her soul, full of dark, rancor, hatred, anger, revenge; but a dim light of hope emits a feeling of love, a love inherited from her mother. Roars… The eyes of the King of the beasts, leader of the “Twelve mythical beasts”. Analyze his soul, his essence, his nature, with unique eyes, the left one, a mixture of red and black and the other, blue and green

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.

"Enough chit-chat. You should already be rather tired. So let's get this done quickly. Anyway, you already grasped the basics and just need more experience, who will you choose this time?" "My usual ones. Black and white." "Hahaha~!" Another cheerfully loud laugh escaped Gerald's lips as he chortled, "Those two are basically your private property now, they never let anyone else mount them." Sol smiled at his comical accusations. White was his horse. A rare breed of nightmare horse. A rank D species. Black was his wyvern, a rank C species of the Draconic branch.

The cracking sound sparked excitement all through her. And just like that, another beautiful monster was out of its cage. In one week, the creatures have grown to the size of lycan warriors. With the table manners to match. "Come on. Get off the table. You’ve eaten all the fucking food, Red. There’s nothing else up there for you. Stop being an ass and share," Pearl sat up in her bed, glaring dazed at the plate that was lying in broken pieces on the floor. A fuming roar that sounded a little like a pouting cry came from his red snout, but he continued to search the old table for scraps. A new claw marked the surface of the table that he was currently using as a throne to sit on. Pearl shook h

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

The sigils overhead split, fell, rained down as burning shards that scorched earth and flesh alike. Nyxara screamed, and it didn’t belong to any mortal throat. Her spine bent, silver-white light shearing through her flesh. Armor split, her skin burned and reknit, bones contorted, snapped, healed, as something older than memory forced its way out. The White Wolf emerged. Not a beast. A legend, all claws and fangs and incandescent wrath. She towered—blinding, terrible—her fur white as untrodden snow, streaked with fresh blood, eyes blazing violet and silver. Ancient runes glimmered along her flanks, constellations etched in flesh.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

Raya knitted her eyebrows in confusion. Willow took a deep breath to say, "I reckon she is the monster of the monsters. Her enchanting words are 'I shall swallow the whale and ship, empty the sea and appear in red when you are cursed.' She is easy to call but hardest to send back." "So, the legend...is a female?" Raya asked unknowingly. "And send back where?" Raya inquired and Willow answered, "The realm of sea monsters...somewhere deep in the sea." "Is she more dangerous than Kraken?" Raya asked with a confused face only to hear, "No, my lady. Even Kraken doesn't cross paths with the Legend."

My frown increased and as if to prove my words once more, she rolled to her back with her legs sticking in the air as she yawned at me. “I would take your word on it but that would not mean that I will lose the fear I feel for her. In case you haven’t noticed, only you have a pet which you can scold and the pet is not a normal one. Legend has it that this animal is a pet for Gods and cannot be killed. Tell me my dear wife how you came across her again?” Arius asked but I was not paying him attention. My focus was on the location where Adela head was looking, she was in resting mode and yet she pointed her head to a direction that was not comfortable for her like she was trying to tell me som