Romans & histoires Artful Beast

“How about this?” “Yeah, it makes your eyes pop out. I was talking about Bruna.” “She’s jealous of you, babe. Maybe that’s the reason why she’s mean to you. Or she’s just a bitch. And no, she’s not my best friend.” After we paid for our items, we moved to another stall. The handmade lace, which they called Bizzilla, was stunning with unique designs. “I don’t even know what to give to Spade. I mean, what can’t he afford to buy?”

Rowan's POV The Vault wasn’t like any other club in the city—it wasn’t built for the masses. No strobe lights blinding your eyes, no sticky floors reeking of spilt beer. The place was curated, refined to perfection like an art gallery of excess. Chandeliers dripped with crystals shaped like shards of ice, casting a fractured glow over the deep velvet interior. The walls were panelled in obsidian black, reflecting just enough light to shimmer like oil. And everywhere, the faint hum of money lingered—not the noise of people screaming over music, but the quiet authority of wealth being flaunted without apology.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

Arth asked, looking at him in amazement. "It wasn't easy though. I had a bit of a hard time breaking through the security in his mansion." ‘I don't even know if I can do that. Do I also need to be versatile in this guild?’ Arth sighed, looking down while walking. A few minutes later, they heard a growling beast ahead of them. "That one is yours, bro," Robert said as they encountered another high-class beast. It was a wild bear of brown fur, twice the size of a human.

It was staring back at us curiously through its ruby-red eyes. "It's the Prime Beast! Quick! Before anyone else sees it!" Zhou Li yelled and darted forward. But unbeknownst to him, the Prime Beasts, unlike all other Illusory Moon Beasts which are actual creatures of the Forest of the Illusory Moon, were magical lifeforms artificially created by the alchemists of the Daoist League of the Five Continents to add more content to this trial. The Prime Beast was hardly unnerved by the sight of a mob rushing at it. It bared its four fangs, snarling savagely and took a swipe at an incoming Zhou Li. Two blades of magic bolts released from its paws and charged at him.

When the man and sword were a few metres away from their target, Frowning Tiger screamed, “Now!” On cue, Beastly Tiger flung his heavy hammer towards the neck of the beast. Wandering Cheetah and Arthur who had been on the sidelines all this while, sprang into action as well. Holding Arthur by the waist, Wandering Cheetah disappeared from his position and reappeared at the blindside of the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast. And it was at this blindside, that Arthur’s mighty blade stood, embedded in the neck of the beast, waiting for its master and partner to retrieve it.

As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there. The only thing the patrons would’ve seen was something faster than their eyes could track. They said a magician’s hands were quicker than the eyes, but a werewolf in human form was twice as fast. Outside, the sounds of the Manhattan streets assaulted my ears and I was glad for the darkness. It was easier to blur with her in my arms and avoid any traffic or other cameras. Still, I made it look like she was drunk and hanging onto me in case anyone saw us. I pulled her closer as she tried to struggle against my hold. Her fresh scent of espresso with too mu