Beast Master 64 Novels & Stories

Everyone quickly went silent and pricked their ears up in attention, so as not to miss a single word out. “Beast taming is the art which involves sequentially caring for a beast, nurturing it, earning its trust, then become its master through the voluntary sending out of blood essence for the beast-to-master contract. It might take a few days, weeks, months, and even years. Who agrees with this?” The heavy voice of Madman Fei travelled around the hall. Everyone nodded their heads. Myself inclusive. “Nonsense!” he exclaimed, causing everyone to exchange confused looks. “That's why you all die with three to four beasts to your names!”

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.

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.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

The master waved his hand, "You can all leave now." After saying that, he walked toward the main hall behind him, and when everyone saw this, they all backed out. When the master walked into the main hall, someone showed up behind him. This guy was all wrapped up, only showing a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes. He said in a low voice, "Master, I just hunted a few spirit beasts, and I've already dug out their beast cores." After saying that, he took out the beast cores he got from the spirit beasts he hunted, and among them was the antelope beast core that Amelia had seen on the road.

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

40 minutes later. Beatrix was done gaming 5 minutes ago after being bullied by an Enma player who pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. She was using Menreiki in the last match with her team suffering a terrible defeat 10-50. This Enma player had 35 kills! What nonsense and he got them in so few minutes. She called him a hacker, nearly smashing the phone to the ground but then she recalled it wasn't hers, to begin with.

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.

“Oh. So you actually do have a gift?” It was Jester’s turn to smile. “I just thought of it now. Silo,” he said, summoning the shadowcat. Silo, the eldest of the three, and the strongest of all his Summoned Beasts. “How may I serve you, Master?” the shadowcat had bowed low, not noticing the mischievous gleam in the eyes of his master and the dream-fly. “There’s something I need you to do…” ***** “Finish it,” Bea said, steel in her eye. “Finale or not, you are going nowhere if you don’t eat all of that.”