Beast Dazai Novels & Stories

Hugo’s head snapped back, and before he could recover, he ran back into the mansion, whimpering. Deangelo stood there, with lava literally coming out of his nose, like a fire-breathing dragon held back by a leash, questioning how everything had gone so wrong, so fast. "Lord Deangelo..." A melodic voice called his out his name, and he turned around to see who it was. It was—it was the beauty, she was leaning against the doorway of the backdoor, looking breathtakingly sexy and gorgeous. He let out a low whistle and began sprinting toward her, like a moth drawn to a flame.

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

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.

"That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?" "He said his name is Dalton Reeves. He claims he's got it completely under control! But…" "But what?" Randall asked. "But he says the kid is completely hysterical. She's crying out for her dad. On top of that, the Belorian Tiger is starting to get agitated. "Your son, Tristan, is the only one who knows how to handle these apex predators. We need him to calm it down and secure the perimeter so the rescue team can get her out safely."

Azara traced the curve of her daughter’s cheek with her thumb, committing the shape to memory. “Forgive me, my starlight,” she whispered. Drawing a steadying breath, she began the binding. Her fingers traced sigils through the air, each one shimmering before sinking gently into the child’s skin. The radiance dimmed—slowly, reluctantly—until the baby appeared no different from a mortal infant: small, warm, and utterly vulnerable. “Live small. Live unseen,” Azara murmured, her voice fraying. “Until your power awakens… and you ascend to the heavens where you belong.”

, Darika rubbed a thing unknowingly in her dreams while talking to herself. "Stay still or I will just throw you out of the room", Arthit roared again and quickly detached his body from her Innocent but breathtaking hands and walked into the washroom to take a cold shower. Under the cold shower, Beast was crying and even tears did not agree to fall out of his eyes. His lips were quicker and cursed his fate for taking back-to-back cold showers in the night. .·´¯'(>▂<)´¯'·. . . Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?

There was another problem that Ding Hao had to pay attention to. The Baleful Devil White Ape ranked too low among the 72 Divine Beasts of Earth Evil from the ancient times. It was far inferior to the top ten divine beasts like the Zhuhuai. Its talent and physical strength were also at the end of the list of the Divine Beasts of Earth Evil. Although Ding Hao had merged the Heaven-Earth Blood Bone into his blood essence and he had the magical power of three heads and six arms, he might not be comparable to the divine beasts like the Zhuhuai.

That the world was crammed with so much more than she or any normal person understood. Rising from the bed, Dhara quietly moved away and found herself standing in front of the dressing table. She saw herself wearing an extra-large t-shirt as a nightdress and noticed her dark hair piled up on top of her head, making her look even messier than she felt inside. But that was not what she was trying to look at. What she was trying to see was what made her special. Zaydan said that she was the healer the packs around the world had been looking for. And if what he said was true—she couldn’t help but believe him now despite their differences—then was it possible that she was actually who he said she