Novel & Cerita Beast Descendants

Chen sighed. Ah Yin smirked and looked towards the group. She felt a strange breath from the cage that felt a little too strange. "Brother Tan, the Tough-clawed Bears are said to be the descendants of the legendary Duskgold Dreadclaw Bear!" The lanky man wearing blue-furred robes gazed at two snarling beasts with an amazed expression. The burly man set the carriage and glanced at the lanky youth before shaking his head, "Brother Bai, don't believe everything you hear. They are just slightly stronger defensive beasts."

She already has a small army of those… Deads. The Deads are an abomination, created by that deranged witch Thalia and her fucking psychotic friend. They’re pretty much a mutated werewolves, created with a bit of Undead’s blood to enforce their obedience. That’s why every Dead will listen to an Undead. And since Beast is the only one left, all those hundreds of Deads answer to her. That’s a lot of manpower. But Beast is an Alpha’s mate. She should answer to me, yet she refuses to do that. It’s so frustrating!

His question was valid. I looked at Lex. “I honestly don’t know. He looked devastated. He was also concerned about his grandchildren. It looks like the Beavers blamed Cali for the disgrace of their family, so they want nothing to do with the kids, but the Beavers might be involved as well, even if their names were not on the list.” “Son of bitches. Those are their grandchildren, too,” Linden reacted. “If Hariton is also involved, is that the reason why his name wasn’t on the list?”

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

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?”

He didn't look human; he looked like a god of the underworld. ​He didn't run. He walked. Every step he took left a deep indentation in the earth. He was savoring the hunt. He wanted me to feel the hopelessness of escape. ​"RUN!" I screamed. ​I shoved Jax away with a strength that sent him flying ten feet toward the river path. He scrambled to his feet and vanished into the darkness. ​The Beast didn't chase him. It didn't care about Jax. Its eyes stayed locked on me. It let out a huff of air that smelled like ozone and woodsmoke.

"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."

Nemesis stomps after him for another attack. "No!" I scream. Or try to. My throat feels choked. No matter how much I've come to loathe the ex, he's Zach's nephew. Not only will killing him be as messy for the Kingdom as Henry described, but Zach will hate himself for doing it. He's crawling out of the water on all fours now. The beast grabs him by the shoulder, tearing flesh. Tyrel groans, then snarls. He tries to fight back, but the beast catches both wrists, twisting at unnatural angles. The sound of bones snapping echoes all around the forest.

Caden can understand somewhat how they feel with their sounds and they all don't have any human-like perception, treating their owners as their masters. "What? Feel aggrieved with your fellow beasts? This is the mortal world where a beast like you are our Familiars. Who told you to come out and let yourself be captured by the hunters?" Caden understands what he said individually but using them all in one sentence makes him confused. He had been hearing the term, 'Familiars' often, accompanied by 'Beast' which they call him, it was a bit confusing for him. Since he can't understand, it's not too late to pretend to be stupid. Anyway, even if he did understand, he cannot do anything by it.

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?