Adler Beastars Novels & Stories

What…did you do now Aleister? The people start screaming and crying again. The sound of splashing water fills my ears as they make a run for their lives. Once again, amidst the chaos, the Beast’s eyes find me and go still. My heart sinks. The Beast tosses Declan aside like a rag doll, earning another scream from me. I place my hand over my mouth to suppress further sounds. Immediately, the Beast skips past the distance and appears in front of Draven. “ Leister… ” He mumbles.

Davis growled, his voice strained. His face was pale, his movements sluggish. The poison was affecting everyone, slowing them down. “Neron, Serah, Davis—get out of here!” one of the older Adventurers shouted, parrying a blow from the Beast that sent sparks flying. “We’ll hold it off! Go!” But Neron knew they were already too weak. The Adventurers could barely stand, let alone fight the creature for much longer. He watched in horror as the Beast’s massive claw came down, cleaving through one of them.

When the beast saw a human such as Andrius dare to rush into their den, they thought he was fresh meat and charged at him fiercely, intending to feast. These beasts were enormous and powerful. Andrius could sense that several of them were at the late Heavenly Immortal stage, with some also at the early Arcane Immortal stage. “Bring it on!” Andrius snorted coldly. He had no fear and began to sweep them away with his Linebreaker Overlord.

“I don't see anyone.” “Just close the window, please.” My mind is still anxious. The thought that someone is always with me scares my mind too much. Not because I am a coward, but I am worried the stalker might find out about my real identity. He closes the window and comes back to me. “I will ask Sean to keep an eye on you.” My head nods. As he kisses my lips one more time, we continue until early morning, fucking each other the whole night shamelessly. The next day, it was time for another competition. Fighting a beast. Lozark had brought that beast from another pack. They're known for their barbaric nature. Huge like bears, cruel like lions, has sharp fangs like vampires, and resembles th

Beast growled and lowered his entire body to the ground, his head resting on his front paws, as if bored. My tail sprouted out from my back, and I extended it longer than usual before I began tapping Beast’s head. He immediately rose to his paws and began jumping around, trying to catch my tail, but I was faster. Soon, he was growling too loudly, annoyed at being taunted, and he was baring his fangs at my tail, and I couldn’t help but giggle. No wonder Adan was hot-headed. Beast was exactly like him. I was enjoying watching him get pissed off as happiness and contentment overflowed from my chest.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

The sound of bones snapping echoes all around the forest. "Nemesis!" I scream. "Stop." He freezes but does not immediately release Ty. When he eventually does, the latter falls on his aŕśe, crawling away from him with great effort. Standing above the lesser male, the beast is a perfect picture of divine judgment. A massive black shadow with glossy furs and claws that reflect the moonlight. He finally turns in my direction. His expression is murderous as they move from me to Caleb. "Miss Hart," the Gamma says. "We need... to get out of here."

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.