13 Tailed Beast Novels & Stories

Elara said immediately. Kael’s gaze snapped to hers. “This isn’t a discussion.” “I’m not helpless.” “And you’re not trained for this pack’s fights.” The ground trembled slightly. Not from movement. From power. Then the trees at the edge of the clearing exploded with motion. A wounded warrior stumbled out first, blood soaking his shoulder. Behind him, three Beast Pack wolves shifted mid-run, their bodies already transforming into massive wolves as they rushed forward. And chasing them Rogues. But not the scattered, desperate rogues Elara had seen before.

While their eyes could not be see, it was easy to guess that they were bulging out right now due to the extreme way by which their brows had been displaced. It was common knowledge that Beastmen could also use their tails in battle; however, unlike popular belief, the tail could do nothing more than act as a distraction for the enemy. It could not block a sword or hammer, and it definitely could not hold the weight of a Beastman. Skill fighters could use their tails to parry attacks, but that could only be achieved after years of training in order to adopt forms that would reduce the momentum of a strike to at least a tenth of its actual capability! However, how many could do this? Even wors

Besides, as more beasts were killed, the battlefield was going to become a foul smelling damp. “Three Middle Class Magical Beasts? How would he deal with them?” Frowning Tiger noticed that Samoa was surrounded by three Middle Class Magical Beasts. Samoa was a Thrasher, so he was strong enough to handle every Middle Class Magical Beast, and average High Class Magical Beasts. High Class Magical Beasts like the Giant Black Mamba were outside his capabilities.

Both let out a sigh of relief after they got the tag around the beast's tail which they had used their entire energy to hold the beast down while Heiytu snatched the tag. The beast was the size of a dog but it was fast and had six limbs with two hindlegs enabling it to walk. It was cute in Leqaria's eyes with its head that looked like a mouse and long ears. It wasn’t vicious in nature but easily frightened. And when it was frightened it would run or jump at a speed that was hard for them to capture.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

I quickened my pace, trying not to run, but excitement pushed me forward. When the tunnel opened into a wider chamber, I froze. A tail. A long, scaled tail stretched across the stone floor, unmoving. I forgot how to breathe for a second. Then I sprinted. “Oh my god—Easton!” I didn’t wait. Didn’t think. I ran straight toward the enormous body curled half behind a slab of collapsed rock. My hands shook as I followed the length of the tail, my eyes tracing the exact scale pattern Easton had shown me in the glowing ball—the rare lineage, the supposedly extinct breed.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

The scent of her hot, rushing veins called to the feral beast pacing beneath my skin. Because of the ancient curse my own mother had bound to my soul, I need constant blood to stay mentally stable and not lose control. “Suck me dry, sire,” Sandra whispered, a breathless purr. The beast won. I pushed the ugly one away, letting her stumble as I reached down and violently hoisted Sandra off the floor. In a fluid, lightning-fast blur, I wrapped my hand securely around the back of her head, bared my fangs, and shoved them deep into her throat.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.