Artful Beast Novels & Stories

"I will. I still remember your delicious cooked food, Soheila. I hope I will get a chance to taste it again." Soheila laughed when she heard that. "Well, if you won, I'll cook for you." Frid raised a brow. "Sure," He summoned his spirit beast, and light beamed on the stage. "Wow! It looks like we're starting now. We have a White Bear which is an uncommon spirit beast! That's amazing. A White Bear that is at the Moon Five Star Beast, and it seems like in a few weeks, it will advance!" The host announced.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Isobelle My eyes bulged as I read the instructions on the back of the Vibro Bullet box, and my anus clenched with sympathy. They labeled the packaging ‘Truth or Dare’ meaning that things just got a lot nastier, and my inner wolf was cackling her ass off.

I place it in the oven with some garlic baguettes and set the timer. Leading her to the counter to sit while we wait, I gently lift her arm to inspect the artwork on it. I am impressed, she has a red dragon design that wraps it’s whole body fully around her arm. The level of detail in this image is exquisite and almost makes it seem as though the creature could leap off her skin and become alive. I lift the sleeve of her t-shirt to be able to see all of it and the head of the animal rests on her shoulder. “This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?”

His sole intention was just to buy as much time as possible. Interesting fact about Mount Type Soul Armas is that since they acquire a place in the user's mind palace, therefore a certain level of connection gets established between the both. Creed was able to telepathically give the beast directions to what and what not to do. Soon, A deadly arrow burst forth and rushed for the beast's neck. The arrow bolts with merciless killing intent. The beast's head was about to be skewered into shreds, but the next moment a dagger came from an opposite side that deflected the arrow's trajectory towards the sky.

He opened the mouth of the dead boar using his boots, where a small, white sphere appeared on top of its tongue. Arth took the core and placed it on his jar, containing half-filled white spheres from the C-class beasts he had slain earlier. However, it had been almost two hours and he never found a B-class beast yet. Time was running out and he would have lesser chances of winning if he could not collect a red core. “Where’re those damn beasts?” Arth muttered a curse as he continued his hunt, leaving the dead body of the boar on the snowy ground.

Black smoke exits through the corners of its mouth from within him as it grits its long sharp teeth at me. Shifting into Artemis, I assail the beast head-on. My canine jaw latches onto his front leg, hoping to cause some damage, but the hellhound shakes me off like an insect. Artemis viciously growls as she gets ready to charge again, but this time the fire beast charges at us first. With one paw swing, it has us sweeping the clearing's floor. We repeat the same scenario a few more times till Artemis and I find ourselves worn out. Before we can get up, the beast places its paw over our back, burning our fur with its hellfire. The excruciating pain forces me back to human form. I am defens

Other than Arne, even those who did not want to admit that fact had been forced to. Even the disciples of the Deer Pavilion behind Arne had slowly accepted the truth. Time flashed by, and the stage was quickly cleaned up. Fane steadily walked up the stage again. This time, the crowd was exceptionally quiet. Everyone was already looking at Fane with a different expression. The caretaker took out another black scroll. After opening the scroll, five new beast images were shot into the air. Fane looked up at those beasts in detail. Fane was thankful that he recognized two out of the five beasts this time. The first was a coral drake that was on the rightmost end, while the nine-tailed scarlet fo