Wind Tamer Black Myth Novels & Stories

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

They were two of Dexter's betas. I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade. Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened "Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"

I chuckled, “We still can” “Think we’ve scared them enough with the girls” he smiled, his head turning to the door of the infirmary. “She in there?” He nodded, “With the Taylors” “Can’t believe you got her to shift dude, how’d you even do that?” “Heck if I know. One minute a wolf was suffocating me and the next a naked chick was staring at me” “Must have been nice” I joked which got me a slap on my arm, “Uncle Liam would have your head” he warned.

Chapter 48 Woman *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne “Here you are, I am about to ask someone to call you,” Levi said as Tristan walked towards them. “I have some news that might help us cure your beast,” Tristan directly stated as he plopped down the single couch. “What do you mean?” Denver curiously inquired. “I heard from an elder in the South Side. He is talking about Mt. Helam,” Tristan seriously replied. “I’ll go.” He coldly declared.

Tye’s wolf responds with a snarl. These assholes are not ruining my night. I don’t know what’s going on, or what kind of mismatched pissing contest this is, but I do know we own vans. “All of y’all go together. You can go in the Windstar, or you can take the Astro.” I gesture at our two fine, working tributes to the 90s. Liam is a truly talented mechanic. I don’t waste time listening to them groan. I open the Jeep’s passenger door and lift Una in. Her smell is sharper than it was in the lodge. It’s a stimulant. I drag it in with the night air, and my muscles tingle.

Night wind whipped around Nyra as she stood at the base of the ancient mountain, its black crags looming like a jagged crown against the starless sky. The infernal brand on her palm throbbed with each heartbeat, a constant reminder of Imreth’s cruel bargain. Caelum’s lifeless form and Ryker’s groans echoed in her memory, she would not fail them again.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

I didn’t know what a bomb was supposed to look like since I’ve never seen one before, but from the number of times I’ve read about it, I was kind of expecting it to look like something extremely deadly or dangerous— and not this small shaped equipment which I just noticed had tiny numbers in blinking red colors on the middle of it, which kept changing as each second went by. It was ticking as well. I was already making my way towards the entrance of the motel room on instinct, to let myself out as quietly as I could. Whatever it was that this Christ dude has going on in his life, I wouldn’t be dragged into it. I said to myself as I placed my hand on the door and pulled, only to realize that

Vol is the best blacksmith we have in our tribe and he is passing down his legacy to his son, Coll. Vol created our weapons and when I won the deer hunting competition, I asked him to create a new set of spears with a Fleur de Lis symbol, the symbol that has been passed down to Ambrose’s for ages. Some people in our tribe told me a story about how the werewolves feared the symbol. “Thank you for these amazing spears and knives, Vol.” I traced the symbol as I scan the spears. The shaft is made with lignum vitae, the strongest wood we have and it is furnished with black dye. The shoe of the spear is made with silver and an embedded symbol of Fleur de Lis.

The black mist thickened, forming dozens of jagged dark blades that shot toward Homer from every direction, slicing through the air with a hiss. Homer's expression stayed calm. With a wave of his duster, golden light surged forth, weaving through the air like living chains. Each dark blade it touched dissolved into harmless smoke. "Interesting," Sylas muttered with an amused look. Abandoning his earlier move, he formed hand seals, chanting low and fast. With a violent burst, the talisman's black mist coalesced into a massive, sky-darkening spectral claw. Its shadow alone was enough to fissure the ground where it swept past.