Beast Manga Novels & Stories

That would be different if Golden could use magic, but Golden knew that it was impossible without being ten years old, so he could only use the most basic methods. During the first five days, Golden did it very well and didn't meet any problems, but on the sixth day, a 1-star beast appeared. Golden had read that when a beast started to practice for surpassing the limits of mortality and reached the first star, it was called monster by a lot of people. A 1-star beast wasn't more powerful than a normal beast, but they were far more ferocious. The beast who appeared in front of Golden was similar to an ordinary rabbit, but it wasn't an ordinary rabbit because it had two small horns on its head,

The beast continues to growl and even takes a step back from me, but that doesn't stop me from moving closer to it. At the same moment the beast is ready to strike, my hand manages to touch it, causing a shock to run through my mind. An image of a man appears in my mind. He looks to be a little older than a teenager, with blue eyes, brown hair, and a semi-scrawny build of someone who has yet to build any muscle. The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

And I was going to find out what. After Damien left me alone, I stayed in that room for hours. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find something. And then—I did. An old text. Dusty. Nearly falling apart. The passage sent a chill down my spine: "A union between the beast and the bride will break the chains or doom the bloodline forever." "She will carry the mark of destiny, a symbol of the moon." My heart slammed against my ribs. My hand instinctively went to my hip, fingers grazing over the crescent moon birthmark.

The fabric of this dress felt thick, but it was still soft and comfortable when I wore it. Arthur only woke up for lunch; after that, he went back to sleep. I don't have anything else to do after cooking food for him, so I just read the magazines and newspapers from Arthur's closet while eating the waffles he had bought for me. Everything in these magazines and newspapers seems like a collection of fictional stories in news form, but I enjoy it. I also got to know several types of Xenobeasts that often cause chaos at the base. Basically, there are three types that often appear. Type C is the easiest to kill, type B is the poisonous Xenobeast that is four times stronger, and type A is a 3-met

My pregnancy though, had brought more than just the promise of a new life. As the moon shone strongly in the sky that night, I discovered more extraordinary things. My senses had heightened, doubled in their accuracy, granting me an incredible perception of the world around me. As the moon continued its dance in the night sky, I realized that even in the midst of my incredible transformation and newfound abilities, the bonds of friendship and understanding were what truly mattered. Hailey’s unwavering support gave me strength, and I knew that together, we would face everything The next day, I stepped into the bustling heart of the kitchens, a place where the scents of cooking meat and freshl

He grabs my hair with one hand, the gun dropping to the floor as he reaches for my waits, pinning me to him. In the middle of his slaves, and the guards whose this saga summoned from their posts, we kiss intensely. His kiss is brutal. I know my poor lips will be left so sore after this, but I don't care as long as I don't witness another murder. As long as another soul doesn't die because of me. All I can hope now is that that bitch will use her brain and get lost from here before the beast wears its crown of terror again. We pull away after a long while, and be keeps my head steady for a while, scanning my face.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there. The only thing the patrons would’ve seen was something faster than their eyes could track. They said a magician’s hands were quicker than the eyes, but a werewolf in human form was twice as fast. Outside, the sounds of the Manhattan streets assaulted my ears and I was glad for the darkness. It was easier to blur with her in my arms and avoid any traffic or other cameras. Still, I made it look like she was drunk and hanging onto me in case anyone saw us. I pulled her closer as she tried to struggle against my hold. Her fresh scent of espresso with too mu

don't let them control you. Claude read the message over and over in shock and excitement. He was very surprised that the Beast Tamer class was the one he received, but after read the Systems analysis on him it made quite a bit of sense. He didn't even know much about this Class since there weren't many famous Beast Tamers. "I'll have to check it out in the library." He thought.