Beast Dazai Novels & Stories

Damien was In Front of his dressing mirror, buttoning up his shirt. He was getting ready for the battle and he was no doubt scared as hell. He was going to be meeting Ariel , he was going to be fighting his mate, it was going to be like tearing a piece of his soul. He just prayed and hoped that he wouldn't come face to face with her at all throughout the entire battle. As he raised his head up he saw Alex standing In Front of his door staring at him.

I will look death in the face and spit in its eye. He stands over me-the great beast I spent my life hating. I was told my dragon captor would be blue and he is. Though blue doesn't quite cover the shades of color rippling over his scales. From the fairest blue sky to the dark of the moon, the light illuminates his incredible hide. His monstrous body is larger than I ever imagined. And his eyes. Their stunning blue depths hold nothing but death. "What are you staring at, female?"

I tried to sway the beast but he was not having any of it. "That guy lies to himself too much," was the only thing Darius' beast said to me before pushing the hood of my cloak down and giving himself a better view of my face. What did he mean by that? As thoughts ran through my mind, Darius' beast took my disorientation to his advantage as he started to pepper kisses all over my neck. When I regained composure, I shoved him away.

Damian and Zen would most likely play as support for the team, so the most logical option was to give Sasha flight dynamics and keener senses so she could scout for them. “I’d say to go for an avian werebeast instead of a fae,” Zen advised. “That way, you can adapt accordingly and play off the team independently. We also need a scout, so you’d be the best at that, although you would have severe debuff underwater or in confined spaces.” Thinking about it, Akiko suddenly recalled seeing something that matched what Zen wanted. “How about a dragon sub-race?” she asked.

The beast let out an irritated growl as blood spilled to the floor and swiped its own talons at Dax, just missing by a hair. Suddenly, the chamber filled with mist, a fog that swelled and leeched over the walls, not stopping until it touched the ceiling. But before Dax could move out of the way, the beast used the haze to its advantage and dove, long jagged teeth piercing into Dax's shoulder. He howled as he wrenched from its hold, clenched jaw ripping the fur and skin from his flesh.

Yami thought as he jumped really high which caused the ground to break. The beast jumped up to also dodge its attack, as Yami jumped towards it and punched it back to the ground, as he leaped out of there. The beast got injured really badly which made it angry as it screamed in pains. Yami stood at the side of the room and looked at the beast as darkish purple aura came out of the beast as it approached him. "Wait, that's a low level C rank danger beast, does this mean that Yami is strong than Kazuko" the stage 2 instructor said in a low tone while thinking.

“Kill the Arcadian, Mr. Kailan!” Daiso’s men shrieked with thrill. While it was baffling for Daiso to kneel to Kaze, his men knew that Daiso was undefeatable. No one ever survived Kailan’s Open Chest Cut and lived to tell the tale. Daiso was unstoppable especially when he pulled that stunt. Not even God could stop the inevitable. Daiso’s people could already foresee Kaze’s dismembered body. Just before the blade entered Kaze’s body, he finally moved.

Ezra's instincts as a woman, a mother, and also as a woman who was a companion to the village leader, told her that Anindira was a good girl. ''Um, that often happens. But you're safe now, so don't think about the bad things that have happened. Just live the present as it is...'' Ezra said kindly while gently patting Anindira's head. Ezra explained several things about the level of the Beastman's power ranking to Anindira and Zia even though she was also understood. Occasionally, Anindira interacts, expressing her amazement at the power of beastmen that is beyond reason.

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.

He is just walking while holding and leading the bicycle. I run towards him to ask if something is wrong. “Hi , do you need any help?” I ask when I stop in front of him. He also stop walking and looked at me. His eyes are ash gray I felt something unexplainable when he looked me in the eyes. His facial features is like a character straight out of action movies. He is just wearing a white shirt and a cargo shorts but his overall looks is screaming charisma. He looks different than the guys where I came from.