Beast Of Beauclair Novels & Stories

I say with a laugh and find myself relaxing. Claire begins by removing my current makeup and I tense as she moves the wipe over my left cheek. “Oh, how interesting. How did this happen? Do you mind my asking?” “I was hit in the face with a broken beer bottle.” “Oh my, that sounds painful. You are very lucky it didn’t do any more damage than this. I might have something that can help this, one moment.” She turns and begins rooting through her many bottles on the counter. “Clair? What are you looking for love?”

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

Beau, my second in command, pulled his human side forward and I did the same. It was a girl, barely a woman, her face ashen blue, near death, and the light was fading. I began pumping her sternum, willing frantically that the water would come up to keep the light alive, give it breath to rekindle the dying spark. All three young ones whined and pawed at the earth. I wondered if they could feel the goodness, the purity The Beast’s gift conveyed clearly to me. The loss of this beam of hope? Would surely tear him apart. Beau tilted her head back as I paused and he blew a breath of air into her water-logged lungs. I felt a power rise out of her, the silhouette of her soul rising from her body,

I look closely and the spots where Beau was grabbed and hurt by the, uhm what was the name it called it again, I rub my forehead trying to remember. “What was it?” “what was what?” “the name! It’s right on the tip of my tongue.... Devourant! Yes that’s what it was a Devourant!” “what on earth are you talking about?” “the thing in the-” “ughh” Beau stirs then opens his eyes, looking around, I walk over to him “what’s going on, where are we?” “in the hospital” “the hospital, why?” “don’t you remember? We were dragged away by that thing into the Forbidden Zone”

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

“Then that means you became a Beast Tamer Master 3 months ago, perhaps.” “Indeed.” “What was the highest rank level of a spirit beast that you had tame?” Pierre Andronicus was even more interested in Soheila as he heard about her being a Beast Tamer Master in such a few months. “You saw it last time. The golden lion, Moon Two-Star level.” Soheila scratches her nose as she said that. Pierre Andronicus coughed twice as he knows what Soheila was talking about. He was right. Soheila really knew about the invisible camera.

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

Rora seemed hesitant to tell me the story. Just at the mention of 'true mate,' I was down for the long story. "Was his mate someone in the pack?" I ask. "No. His true mate was a rogue and raised by hunters. Her name was Lillith," she said with a slight emphasis on the word 'rogue.' Rora didn't sound like she really liked Lillith a lot, and I was slightly curious as to why she used the word 'was' instead of 'is.'

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.