Beast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Stacey asked sarcastically. “Well, his mate didn’t die because of Meningioma. A werewolf has killed her.” I corrected her on which her eyes widened in shock. “Now, I’m worried who had done this because whoever had brought that rotten food back to where he was a long time ago,” I said, looking at Aaron. “He is not just some Aaron, Stacey. He is Aaron Rodney Baccarin, previously known as Beast.” “I have heard about him from Dad. He used to be a pain in the ass long ago.”, Stacey muttered. “By the way, whatever dad had said was true about him?”

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets co

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

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.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into t

Still, I couldn't let that stop me. After taking my bath, I changed back into the dress I had been wearing earlier and stepped out of the bathroom. The moment I entered the room, I stopped. The Beast was standing in the middle of it, waiting for me. He had a shirt in his hands, and judging from the way he was holding it out, he had clearly been waiting for me to finish bathing. “I brought this for you because the dress you are wearing is already dirty. You should change into something fresh.” My eyes dropped to the shirt in his hands. He couldn't seriously expect me to wear his shirt.

AZALEA'S POV Beast wasn’t burning. He wasn’t the lease bit affected by the fire, and that’s when we connected the dots. One of his powers is that he’s impervious to dragon fire. Listening to the crowds, I learnt that the dragon fire was Krostafar’s biggest asset, and without it, he was significantly weaker. I watched with pride as Beast held his own, inflicting even more damage on the already scarred dragon. The cries of agony from Krostafar fed a dark part of me; a part that I realized was connected to Clayton and Beast.

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.

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.