Artful Beast Novels & Stories

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

Rora seemed hesitant to tell me the story. Just at the mention of 'true mate,' I was down for the long story. "Was his mate someone in the pack?" I ask. "No. His true mate was a rogue and raised by hunters. Her name was Lillith," she said with a slight emphasis on the word 'rogue.' Rora didn't sound like she really liked Lillith a lot, and I was slightly curious as to why she used the word 'was' instead of 'is.'

“You love me. And you’re going to love the next part. There’s an auction in a bit.” I arch a brow, taking another glass from a passing tray. “Like… people?” Marco narrows his eyes. “No. Jesus. What do you think we are? Heartless criminals? There’ll be guns. Beautiful weapons. Artifacts. Stolen jewelry. Just the fun stuff.” I shrug. “Interesting.” Zeke returns before I can poke for more details. He glances at Marco. Something unspoken passes between them. Marco nods and slips into the crowd. I squint at Zeke. “What was that?”

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

But he couldn't speak around the shame choking him. "Sena, please," Thane begged. "Don't watch this. Go back upstairs." But she didn't move. She just stared at Kael, and through their bond he felt her confusion. Her growing horror. "Begin," Klaus said. Two Alphas shifted into their wolf forms. Massive beasts with claws like daggers and fangs that could tear through steel. They circled him slowly, and Kael forced himself to stay still. He deserved this. He deserved worse. The first strike came without warning.

He had another boy who looked no older than Jordan with him. His hand gripped the back of the boy's neck firmly and from the cave more wolves emerged. The pack wolves began to growl at the intruders lowering their bodies and about ready to pounce. "They're omega'," I heard someone say. I could smell blood and hear the softest sound of tearing flesh. I looked at the man with the sandy brown hair and knew he was digging his nails into the boy's neck. The boy hissed and dipped his head. "Artemis," Hera pushed past the pack.

In other words, the Beast Controller Plate was equivalent to magic storage that could hold living things. At the thought of that, Caspian quickly unlocked the Beast Controller Plate, and just as he expected, there was also a third-rank wild beast in the shape of a deer. However, unlike the Azure Moon Silver Wolf, the deer-shaped monster had dull eyes. After being released by Caspian, it stood there motionless. If it did not blink and breathe occasionally, Caspian would have suspected that it was a sculpture.

As high-ranking Beast Humans, it wasn't just Kiel and Matteo who had evil characters. However, *Sapphires always have psychopathic tendencies. Beast Humans like Halvir, Aefar, Aaric, Bardolf, Mischa, or others with a *Sapphire rank, even if they were the type with high honor. They were all the same, having suppressed Beast instincts by nature. Along with the growth of great power, the sadistic soul of the Beast Man also awakened. They loved bloody battles, the harder and more violent the battle, the more passionate they would be and aroused their thirst for blood.

“I accept your challenge, little brat. But don’t expect to live after this.” ‘That’s supposed to be my line.’ 'To the light that shines through the darkness, the goddess of night, creatures, and powerful beings. Hear us and bear witness to our duel. Let this fight be fair, allowing the righteous lycan to reign victorious and lead for the future of the pack.’ “Let there be no ominous tricks and punish those who break it.” ‘I, Belle Lycansten,’ “I, Lupert Gastoven,” “Swore fiareness and no illwill in partaking in this scared fight between champions.”

Spittle flies from his mouth and veins bulge from his head and thick neck. He’s caught by Crimson and Finn. Tobias tells him to quell his beast. Which only seems to anger him more. Mathias roars out his pain, fur begins to cover his body as he shifts into his massive beast. Swiping the other shifters easily away from him. He lunges for Ashe, the intent to kill her clear in his eyes. “Stand down Arcas!” Ashe commands and the bear shifter struggles to ignore the command. Fighting it with everything he has, defying the power the old woman releases. Her hands poised ready to cast some kind of magic at him.