Beast Of Beauclair Novels & Stories

The priestess of the Beast Clan, who was less than 20 years old, looked even holier and more beautiful in the robe which was as white as snow. Masters of the Beast Clan gathered around the altar. One of them was a tall and sturdy young beastman with thick hair and beard. He was particularly eye-catching in the crowd. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there was a faint scar from between his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth. The scar was extremely shallow. Not only did it not affect his appearance, but it also added a bit of fierceness and wild beauty to him. The young beastman's long hair looked like burning fire. He was holding a pale golden long rod in his hand and was standing in

he growled. "Why don't you help?" Barbie retorted, totally ignoring his annoyed sigh. Blaise rolled his eyes. "Whatever." His back glowed and two sheathed swords appeared. Blaise stared at the beast and grabbed both hilt and unsheathed it, slashing diagonally across the opposite sides. In just a minute after Blaise decided to join in the fight, the beast crumpled down. Barbie was huffing. That beast was three times larger than her. Two times larger than Blaise. How in the name of Demetrius did he manage to defeat it in just a slash?

Nobody at all. Jack was alone. And so he lay there observing the great shape unfurling from the cut. It moved like cloud shadows over the faces of mountains, slithering and worthy of its wonder. Jack watched this thing quicken, its ferocity making him as tiny and insignificant as an ant, and in the shade of that enormous comparison, he recognized it for what it was. The Beast. It drank the stars dry, one by one, until only darkness remained. *** Michael brought the rock down a final time.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

But the beast came again from the shadows, its whole body shuddered and Beatrice saw the fury in its eyes. A cascade of glass fell from the sky, tinkling as it bounced on the deck. Beatrice looked upwards and saw the bizarre sight of an arm jutting through a hole in one the windows overlooking them. There was a loud pop then a sizzling hiss as a streak of light flew down, trailing thick acrid smoke. There was a blinding explosion of bloodshot sparks, cutting off the creature’s advance, and making it shriek with fear, before scuttling off to the darkness. The flare continued to fizz and sputter on the deck, keeping it at bay, while throwing bizarre light across the boat. Claire was sitting up

Emmanuel and the leaders from various factions followed at a respectful distance, neither too close nor too far. Beaumere was an expansive swamp cloaked in mist, exuding an air of mystery to those outside. However, once inside, extreme caution was essential. This place was rife with dangers. The swamp would occasionally release a terrifying toxic haze, which posed a lethal threat to ordinary martial artists who breathed it in, often resulting in death or severe injury. Furthermore, the vast and ancient swamp was home to numerous mysterious and fearsome ancient beasts that were truly terrifying. Shortly after entering Beaumere, the aircraft could not continue flying and had to land. Gideon re

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.

"The big one... it's coming through the breach!" The golden waterfall suddenly jerked. The nectar stopped flowing, and for a heartbeat, the mountain was silent. Then the rock face behind the falls began to crack. A massive, clawed hand that was as white as bone and large as a carriage—thrust through the stone. It was a Void-Beast, a creature of pure hunger that Clarence must have summoned from the deepest pits of the abyss. It pulled itself through the rift, its body a shifting mass of teeth and eyes, its presence so cold that the honey lake began to freeze at the edges.

“The beast is a serpent and it is massive with large and hard scales. It emits some sort of low frequency sound so beware of that and also, it can spit the plague at you.” “Spit the plague at you?” one of the men replied back at me, his eyes were wide with shock. “Keep it together, Flint,” Claude said to him. He looked at Claude, “Am I the only one that heard what he said?” I looked him dead in the eye, “You heard right, now get it together.” We resumed walking and when we got to where Rebekka and I saw it last, it was not there. Just as expected but to my surprise, there was a trail.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.