11 Tailed Beast Novels & Stories

I only looked back up when I knew they were fully changed. Treddian was an enormous Golden Draygon. Beautiful and vibrant, his head sprouted two horns that bent slightly backward but ended with two extremely sharp-looking tips. His back was relatively free of spikes until the very tip of his tail held one deadly-looking spike. I couldn't remember seeing anything like that on Tohr and made a mental note to ask about it.

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.

Seeing that the screams were doing nothing to the intruders, the fox's six tails lunged forward, banging at the defensive barrier, wanting to knock it down by all means. ~ A/n: A monster fox’s level is mostly known by the number of tails it has. Having 6 signifies that it’s an A-level beast pushing for S-level. ~ When nothing happened after a while, the fox's tails retracted, and it turned to flee. With them needing to move, the defensive device was deactivated. They chased after it, their swords in hand, ready to claim that annoying beast's core.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”

“Um, Victoria…I’m not so sure—?” “Brea, please? I need you,” she placed her hand on his chest as she pleaded. He stared at her face for a long minute, then he shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t turn you down for anything in the world.” He turned and went over to get the rope. Then, he tiptoed back over. Victoria thought she’d seen some cute things in her life. Puppies playing, little chicks in the yard. Kids dressed in their Sunday best. But a tall, sexy ass cowboy tiptoeing in his boots? That took the prize. She smothered her giggle.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millions of arthropods . " Its a deviuture alright !" hissed Ron through gritted teeth " The deviuture who resides in the court of Tenebris , one of the most horrible demon beasts , its body is hundred times tougher than that of tortortantula ! Each pieces of its tail contains lethal poison -"

He ignored her and kept up the pace. She looked behind her as he flew through the trees. She gasped. The beasts were in sight! They were gaining on them! She had never seen such beasts before. These were special. Perhaps, these were some of her more powerful children. There were five of them, all vastly different in their shaggy coats. She marvelled at their lion-like manes and how seamlessly such heads connected to their flat bodies. Their crocodile-like bodies moved shockingly fast despite their short legs. Their powerful tails swished behind them rhythmically like pendulums. The largest beast was flanked on either side by two beasts. This one was had an ash brown coat. Cory was shocked to

The old man was pleased by this action, then continued his words. “This is your spiritual world. Every cultivator has one, but next to none have a connection with theirs. The reason you were able to break into this path of your consciousness is because you'd been struck by an epiphany after the absorption of these two. This here, is my second tamed beast, The Blazing Overload Lion. While this one here is the Emperor Scorpion Tail Chameleon, my first tamed beast.”