Beast Manga Novels & Stories

And then I realized she didn’t fully re-madk her scent when she went outside. You can protect her better if you accept it, the beast said more quietly now. If you stop fighting what we are. “And what if accepting it is what kills us?” I asked. The beast didn’t snarl. Didn’t push. Then we die knowing we chose her. The door creaked as she started to step back into the cabin. I straightened instantly, forcing my expression neutral, my thoughts locked back behind discipline and control. I would not let her see this war.

His hands clamped around my shoulders, holding me in place. When I dragged my gaze upward, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were glowing again—that eerie, feral luminescence that spoke of the madness lurking beneath his skin. His beast was rising again. But I wasn't afraid this time. "What did you just say?" His words came out as a growl. I met his predatory gaze without flinching, lifting my chin in defiance even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "You heard me." He let out a deafening roar as dark fur rippled across his jaw and throat, spreading over his shoulders in a wave of black that shimmered beneath the moonlight.

The fight lasted for a while, with both sides seriously wounded and exhausted. Angel did not know if he would win the fight since his injuries were severe, and his black fur was wet with his blood. However, when he thought about giving up and allowing the elders to win, it angered him further. So he gave it his all, grabbed all of his strength and attacked Mr. William's neck. Angel did not stop biting into Mr. William's skin even after he got bruised multiple times. He kept his teeth sunk into Mr. William's veins until the large gray wolf stopped moving.

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.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

King seriously judged Hana, who had a firm grasp of the win at first, but after the match between Hana and Kristen, King realized that Hana was not a mediocre person. King whistled three times in a row, crawling out of the hands of a strangely shaped beast. It is a bird with four legs, white neck feathers, and a whole black body. It is a second-level beast in the process of evolution, and in the Quansib, only two people own their beasts: Mr. D. Bean and Mr. Cusia. Everyone is talking about it; the spirit beast is a wisdom animal. It is not dominated by humanity, especially those who see it only as a control tool. The beast has five layers of strength awakening; depending on the species, the

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***