Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband-Chapter 141: The Roar of the King

The claw descended like a falling mountain. It was inescapable. It was death.

Arjun squeezed his eyes shut.

But the crushing weight didn’t hit him.

Instead, there was a deafening CRACK-BOOM—the sound of thunder striking stone.

Arjun opened his eyes.

Hovering above him, her arms spread wide, was Primrose.

She wasn’t glowing with her usual warm, golden light. She was wreathed in silver lightning. Her Silver Tail—the one she had gained from the Wolf Crypts—had expanded into a massive, translucent dome of hard light and static electricity.

The Void Titan’s obsidian claw was pressed against the silver dome, grinding down with the weight of a collapsing star.

"Nanny!" Arjun screamed.

"I’ve... got you," Primrose grunted.

Her knees buckled. The stone floor beneath her feet shattered into dust. Blood trickled from her nose.

It’s heavy, Primrose thought, her vision blurring. It feels like trying to bench-press a castle.

The Void Qi hissed against her barrier, eating away at the silver light like acid. She could feel her ribs creaking. Her cultivation base was strong, but she was a Nanny, not a Titan-slayer.

"You possess the Wolf’s defense?" The Masked Man on the Titan’s shoulder sounded amused. "Cute. But a shield is useless if the arm holding it breaks."

The Titan pressed harder. The silver dome began to crack.

Rajah was on his knees, pinned by the gravity of the Void.

He watched the Titan crushing the two people he loved most in the world. His son. And the woman who had brought light back into their lives.

Something inside the Tiger Lord snapped.

It wasn’t a logical decision. It was a biological imperative.

Burn it, his instincts screamed. Burn the blood. Burn the life. Save the cub.

"GET OFF THEM!"

Rajah roared. His skin flushed bright red as he ignited his Life Essence. Golden fire erupted from his pores, incinerating the Void gravity holding him down.

He launched himself forward like a cannonball.

At the same time, a blur of crimson silk flashed past him.

Princess Leonora leaped into the air, her broadsword glowing with Lion Qi. She didn’t aim for the Titan. She aimed for the pilot.

"Hey, Ugly!" Leonora screamed.

She slashed a wave of energy at the Masked Man. He was forced to jump off the Titan’s shoulder to avoid being bisected.

"Annoying cats!" the Masked Man hissed, drawing a shadow dagger.

While Leonora engaged the controller, Caspian moved.

The Merman King slid across the floor on a wave of water. He jammed his trident under the Titan’s wrist.

"Heave!" Caspian shouted, his biceps bulging as he summoned every drop of water in the humid air to create a hydraulic lift.

For a second, the pressure on Primrose lifted.

"Now, Prim!" Caspian yelled. "Move!"

"I... I can’t," Primrose wheezed.

Her legs wouldn’t work. The Void Qi had seeped into her bones. It was cold—colder than the North. It was freezing her blood.

The Silver Shield flickered and died. The Titan roared, shaking off Caspian’s trident like a nuisance. The claw started coming down again.

"She needs Yang Energy!" Queen Mother Durga screamed from the stairs. "The Fox is Yin! The Void is Yin! She needs Fire to counterbalance the cold!"

Fire, Primrose thought dizzily.

She looked to her right. She was lying inches away from the Sun Stone.

The massive crystal was pulsing with sickening purple light, but deep in its core... there was still a spark. A tiny, defiant ember of gold.

It’s hot, Primrose realized. It’s like that time I tried to take a tray out of the oven without mitts. It burns.

But she was freezing to death.

Primrose reached out.

"Don’t!" Rajah shouted, running toward her. "The corruption will kill you!"

Primrose didn’t listen. She slapped her hand flat against the Sun Stone.

WHOOSH.

It wasn’t pain. It was ignition.

The heat rushed into her arm, straight into her core. It met the cold Void energy inside her and detonated.

Primrose threw her head back and screamed—not in agony, but in power.

Her dress fluttered as a shockwave of heat blasted outward. The Void Titan recoiled, its shadow-fur sizzling.

From the base of Primrose’s spine, a blinding light erupted.

POOF.

A third tail unfurled.

It wasn’t white. It wasn’t silver.

It was Gold, tipped with Crimson. It looked like it was made of living flame.

The Sun-Fire Tail.

Primrose stood up. Her eyes were no longer amber; they were burning red. The frost in her veins evaporated instantly.

"That," Primrose said, her voice echoing with a strange, harmonic power, "is much better."

She whipped her new tail forward. A wave of pure, concentrated sunlight smashed into the Titan’s chest, pushing the twenty-foot monster back a full step.

Rajah skidded to a halt next to Arjun. He grabbed his son, checking him for injuries.

"Dad!" Arjun cried, hugging him. "Primrose is on fire! Is she okay?"

"She’s... evolving," Rajah muttered, staring at the Three-Tailed Fox holding back a god.

"Physical attacks aren’t working!" Orion shouted.

The little boy was stumbling toward them, wiping blood from his nose. He looked like he had just woken up from a nightmare, but his brain was running at a million miles an hour.

"The Titan is a construct of frequency!" Orion yelled over the noise. "It’s made of solidified Killing Intent! We can’t punch it to death! We need a counter-frequency to shatter the structural integrity!"

"English, fish-boy!" Leonora shouted, parrying a strike from the Masked Man.

"WE NEED TO SCREAM AT IT!" Orion shrieked. "REALLY LOUD!"

Rajah looked at the Titan. It was reforming its chest where Primrose had hit it. The shadows were knitting back together.

Resonance, Rajah thought. The Stone responds to the Roar.

He looked down at Arjun.

Since the roar appeared in Arjun, Rajah had terrified himself with thoughts of this moment. He had banned Arjun from shouting even though he trained him to control it. He had kept this power away from the Jungle. He had treated him like a fragile glass doll because he was terrified the power would consume him.

I was wrong, Rajah realized. He isn’t glass. He’s a Tiger.

Rajah knelt down. He grabbed Arjun’s small shoulders.

"Arjun," Rajah said, his voice steady. "Do you remember the candles? The clocktower?"

Arjun nodded, looking ashamed. "I broke them. I’m sorry."

"Don’t be sorry," Rajah said fiercely. "Break this. Break it all."

"But I’m not strong enough," Arjun whispered. "My tummy hurts when I do the big noise."

"I know," Rajah smiled. He placed his hand on Arjun’s back, right over his dantian. "That’s why we do it together. I will be the battery. You be the cannon."

He looked at Primrose.

"Prim! Clear the path!"

Primrose nodded. She spun around, all three tails—White, Silver, Gold—combining into a tri-colored helix of power.

"Hey, Ugly!" Primrose shouted at the Titan. "Look at me!"

She blasted a beam of fire and lightning into the Titan’s face. It roared in annoyance, exposing its chest. The corrupted Sun Stone in its center was visible.

"NOW!" Rajah screamed.

Rajah closed his eyes. He poured everything he had into Arjun’s small body.

Arjun gasped. He felt his dad’s power flooding his veins. It felt warm. It felt safe.

He looked at the Titan. He opened his mouth.

Behind Arjun, the air shimmered. A massive, spectral avatar appeared—a Golden Tiger the size of a mountain, wearing a crown of fire.

Arjun didn’t scream. He didn’t shout.

He let out a Roar.

It wasn’t a sound you heard with your ears. It was a sound you felt in your marrow. It was the sound of authority. The sound of the sun rising.

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

The sonic wave hit the Titan.

It didn’t explode. It shattered.

The obsidian armor cracked into a million pieces. The purple smoke was blown away like dust in a hurricane. The corrupted Sun Stone in the monster’s chest vibrated wildly, turning from purple back to blinding white.

The shockwave didn’t stop there. It blew the roof off the temple. It cleared the clouds in the sky.

The Masked Man, who was mid-air trying to stab Leonora, was caught in the blast.

"This is logically impossibllllleeeee!" he screamed as he was launched into the stratosphere, twinkling like a star before vanishing.

Silence.

Absolute, ringing silence.

The eclipse broke. The moon shone down, bright and clear. The Sun Stone hummed peacefully in the center of the room, purified and white.

Arjun swayed on his feet.

"I’m hungry," he mumbled.

Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

Rajah caught him before he hit the ground. He pulled the boy into his chest, burying his face in Arjun’s hair.

"You did it, cub," Rajah whispered, his voice shaking. "You did it."

Primrose slumped against a pillar. Her three tails were wagging lazily, though she looked ready to pass out.

"Did we win?" Primrose slurred. "I feel like I just ran a marathon inside a toaster."

"We won," Caspian said, walking over and offering her a hand. He looked at the three tails. "And you... you have become terrifyingly fluffy."

"Thanks," Primrose grinned weakly.

Then, they heard the footsteps.

Queen Mother Durga walked forward. She was leaning on a staff, but her eyes were wide. She wasn’t looking at the Stone. She wasn’t looking at the damage.

She was looking at the unconscious boy in Rajah’s arms.

Every Tiger in the city below was looking up. They had heard it. They knew that sound. It was written in their DNA.

"The Roar," Durga whispered. "The True Voice."

She looked at Rajah.

"You hid him," she said. It wasn’t an accusation. It was awe. "You hid the King in a daycare."

Rajah stood up, holding Arjun. He looked exhausted, his fine clothes torn, his hair a mess. But he didn’t look like a runaway prince anymore.

"He’s not a King yet, Mother," Rajah said firmly. "He’s an eight-year-old boy. And he needs a nap."

Durga looked at her son. Then at her grandson.

Slowly, stiffly, the terrifying matriarch bowed.

"Understood," she said softly. "Sleep well... Little One."