Zoroark Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard, looking around for something that would help me out, but all I could see were tall trees. “Yore and Lola….” Someone whistled, and those two ran to that person. My eyes went around when I sighted them jump at Luther, throwing themselves in his arms like babies. “Goddammit!” Luther laughed when he collapsed onto the ground flat on his back due to their enormous weight. I gazed at another Jaguar that was smaller than the first one. Those two licked Luther’s face and purred. “You two are not babies anymore!” Luther rubbed the back of their neck and those snuggled in his arms, scratching his bare chest.

The mystique power shot past Yik and dissipated behind him, leaving nothing but rumbling sounds. "Amazing!" Logan regarded Yik with intrigue. "The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

“You overestimate me and Xerxes, James. Conquering the Malevolent Land was already hard enough. Unifying the Dark World is impossible.” “Before I play my part, I’ll assist you two. I’ve encountered quite a few powerhouses in the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone. I’ll try to recruit them,” said James. James had indeed met many powerhouses in the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone. In addition to the mountain guardian of the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone, Quiomars, James also met a mysterious bird, which was likely the ancestor of the Gorger, Feb. He was also very powerful and must have been at the peak of the Lord Rank’s Ninth Stage. The mysterious bird was probably on par with Quiomars since he c

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

(POV: Zareth) I stood right beside Kaelor in the center of the shaking arena while the towering shadow beast lashed out with its massive claws, and I knew that just channeling my regular oracle energy was not going to be enough to put this thing down for good, so I closed my eyes for a single second and reached deep inside my mind to tap into every single ounce of my ancestral oracle power, letting the ancient magic surge through my veins until my hands burned with a hot silver fire, and I opened my eyes to see the glowing blade in Kaelor's hand vibrating from the sheer force of the energy transferring from my palms into the steel.

One wrong move and blood would spill again instantly. The stranger remained calm regardless then finally he spoke. “My name is Amarok.” The name meant nothing to me but beside me, I felt Rio tense sharply. I glanced toward him briefly but before I could question him, the stranger, Amarok, continued speaking calmly. “I found your woman in distress" he said. “My possession,” I corrected coldly. Something flickered across Amarok’s face then, amusement maybe or annoyance. Liora visibly bristled beside me at the word, but I ignored her.

I had honed my skills through countless battles, and my special power—the Moon’s Fury—allowed me to tap into the Luna energy and multiply my abilities. I stepped into the arena, and the cheers grew even louder. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed that the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something wild and feral. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath my feet, and from the shadows emerged a massive creature. It was a Gromar—a fearsome beast with scales as black as coal and eyes that burned like embers. Its roar shook the arena, and the crowd gasped as one.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

-ZOYA- I try to shove him away, but Ragnar holds me in place, showing me that apart from being immortal, he could also be a fucking wall. His hand slides down to my waist, holding me firmly against him. All the bravado I felt a few moments ago dissipates into thin air. No doubt, when he tilts my chin, forcing me to look into his hypnotizing gold eyes, he sees the fear in mine. "Your ideas of rebellion have room for questioning." He scoffs, taking off a pin from my hair. Then another, until all the pins are gone from my hair and scattered on the ground and my hair is falling down my bare shoulders.