Wind Tamer Black Myth Novels & Stories

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

By the time the Demon-slaughtering Palm descended, it had already been dismembered by the wind blades. "Just so-so." The Immortal Emperor Wind snorted. "If that's all your strength. I can take revenge for destroying my Ma Family today." "Really?" Chu Xun said indifferently. Rumble! Black clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sky and the sun. Thunderbolts flowed inside. Purple Thunder Doom -- Destruction. Purple thunderbolts, which looked like demonic dragons, tore through the black clouds and fell from the sky. "You control the wind. I control thunder. Let's see if your wind is stronger or my thunder is better." Chu Xun chuckled.

The mocking voice of a man sounded out from every direction within that space. A wraith-like body appears in every direction, thousands of wraith-like bodies with the face that if Zhu Wushang saw him he would remember him. It’s the face of The Black Merchant. “You won’t die that easily huh? Black Merchant!” Said Yog-Sothoth before releasing his power, The black shock wave released from his body crushing all of the wraith-like body. All of the wraith bodies of the Black Merchant have been crushed at the power of the black shock wave until none of it remains. The only thing that remained was the silence.

Sharp talons grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her out of the boat. “AAAAAH!” she screamed. She was being lifted up and flown over the water, kicking and flailing. The compound came into view, and whatever had her descended to the ground. Madchen gently landed on the lawn, only to look up and see a huge black dragon standing over her. Warm breath puffed from it’s nostrils onto her face, and it’s green eyes bored into hers. The dragon turned it’s head toward her, it’s shiny onyx scales shimmering. It lumbered closer to her, nudging her up from the ground with it’s large head.

The members of the pack, who had still been acting arrogantly with me earlier, were now all rolling on the ground in pain as they clutched their faces. Whatever skin that was exposed to the mist quickly ulcerated, blistered, and melted off their bodies. In just a short time, the floor was saturated with a gruesome mixture of blood and pus. "My eyes! I'm blind!" "This stings like hell! What the hell is this?" "It's silver! There's silver in the air!" "Save me!" The villa was filled with the dismal howls of the Bloodclaw Pack. Felix stood closest to the humidifier and had therefore inhaled the greatest amount of the poisonous silver mist.

Shaking his head in disappointment, “And we do not accept weak in our pack,” “I Torian Valon hereby reject you, Maya Black to be my mate,” he finished. A retching pain tore through me as though my soul was being sucked right out of me, a shrill scream echoed as I held my chest. Tears stayed down my cheeks as the energy in me was drained. “And I hereby banish you for making an attempt on the future alpha of the crimson blood pack,” a smirk stretched across his face as my eyes widened in fear. He couldn't do that?

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

“Back up. What’s a Windwalker? And why does his blood help?” Elliot found his voice, but it was strained. “The Windwalker is… the counterpart to the Shadowalker. Created in the same abyssal forge by Lucifer. Where Shadowalker was a failed destroyer, the Windwalker was intended to be a perfect scourge—a being of pure, cleansing annihilation. He was made with a perfect, immortal body. His blood carries the primal energy of that creation. It could theoretically overwrite the vampiric curse.” “Great!” Bryan said, desperation making him loud. “So where is he? Let’s go get a cup of his blood!”

Every strike was a debate over which timeline had the right to exist. ​The Solar Eclipse ​Above them, the Shadow-Maya ascended. ​She didn't use a shield. She used a "Black-Sun," a sphere of anti-matter that began to suck the golden light out of the real Maya’s aura. ​"Father, I can't hold her!" Maya cried out, her golden wings shedding feathers of pure light that turned to ash as they fell. "She’s not just fighting me, she’s 'Subtracting' me! She knows every prayer I’ve ever said, every fear I’ve ever hidden!"