Beast Master 64 Novels & Stories

'The only way to defeat them is to either wear them out or strike them in their vitals. Chen's gaze landed on the spirit masters that used vines to control the Mesmerizing Beetles. 'Release your poison,' Chen smirked as he gazed at the location of their landing. The beetles were close to the pack of wolves that surrounded the burly monstrous were-bear and the girl with dog ears clawing against wolves with equal ferocity. The moment his mental energy swept past Ah Yin, her gaze turned stern and she looked back only to find three Lone Bone Monkeys a few meters behind.

Water dripped down his chest, each drop tracing the lines of carved muscle that looked like someone sculpted him from stone. Broad shoulders. Deep-cut abs. A V-line that should’ve been illegal. My mouth literally fell open. Xavier leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, towel tightening around his waist. A slow, sinful smirk curved his lips. “Looking for me, sweetheart?”

“But I know you’re not the monster they make you out to be.” I turned to face him, my chest tightening. “How do you know that?” He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Because I’ve seen monsters. Real ones. And you’re not one of them.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, but it wasn’t frightening. It was grounding. I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. “Come on,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter. “Let’s see if you’re any good on a horse.”

I seized the opportunity and volunteered, saying, "I've heard that beastmen are quite knowledgeable about pacifying souls." Mother said urgently, "I'll find someone. How can those crude beastmen possibly..." Before she could finish, an elderly relative quickly stopped her. "Don't! It's so late already. Why create more trouble?" He turned to the beastmen. "Please begin." The mourners nodded and surrounded Victoria, beginning to chant incantations. Seeing that it was only chanting, both Mother and the fake-dead Victoria breathed sighs of relief. However, at the next moment, a strong wind began blowing through the funeral hall.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."

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.

Her eyes were filled with hope as she said that. Woo! Darryl sat up, took a deep breath, and smiled as he said, "That is 70 percent talent and 30 percent hard work. I already taught you in great detail last night. I can't help you if you don't understand it." Darryl paused for a moment before saying, "In reality, the Beast Master evolved from the Nine Mainland. Its tricks and abilities suited people from the Nine Mainland better. Because you are from the Raksasa tribe, it is natural that you find it difficult to understand due to cultural differences."

It called her Master? "Master? What do you mean?" Frost couldn't help but ask. She was so confused, okay! 'It was just what I said. You're my Master. I chose you to be my Master.' The Ancient Phoenix said. Frost fell silent from what she heard. There are two types of beast; beast that is ranked from bronze-ranked beasts to Divine-ranked beasts, then there is the spirit beast. Spirit beast came from the spirit world. A place where immortals lived. It was said that all spirit beasts in the spirit world are all Ancient beasts. And it is very rare for it to choose someone to be its Master. Even in the history of the World of Mage, it could be just counted in one hand to how many mages were chose