White Red Legendary Creatures 소설 & 이야기

“And you disgrace this house.” “Actually, she is a rare mixture of what appears to be the white and red wolf. Most of the children born to such a union don’t survive because of the extreme process it takes to unite both white and red besides so many wolves attempt to get their hands on one to put in their pack and ended up killing them.” Sarah, the Red Priestess stood up and came towards me.

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

Is she trying to change the topic? "I…I…" "The blue is for Ann, the yellow with Twyla, the black in Marinette's head and the white in her heart." "I have two?" "Taken from your shadow form and your grandmother, the crone of witches," "What about the red and the violet?" "The white and black are the extra celestial gems, not recorded with the seven because they are rarely used, let alone in one body." "How do you know all these?" I asked in awe.

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.

The teacher once again talked. There are five types of spirit egg and that is Common, Uncommon, Rare, Ultra Rare, and Legendary. Ultra Rare are hard to find, and not a lot had a chance to have one. You could only count it in one hand if you counted the people who had a chance to have Ultra Rare spirit egg. The Legendary only had 0.1 chance to have one because one example of a Legendary egg was an Ancient spirit beast. Ancient spirit beasts are hard to find and they were not a lot.

"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

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

"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.

It saturated the earth at his feet and spread, like a tsunami crashing into the shore. Kastem growled and drew my attention away from John. Opening my eyes, I ducked as a shadowed shape dove at me through the smoke. I threw the power I'd gathered at it, like I remembered from my first trip to the Half-world. The bird-like-demon dodged it, circling around to strike at me again. Its wings swept the smoke away and for the first time, I got a clear look at the creature. Bright red feathers covered its body with a mane of orange and yellow feathers streaming from its head and long sweeping tail. Add in that it loved spewing fire and it was the pristine image of a phoenix.