Beast Of The Land Novels & Stories

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

The beast stopped moving altogether. Levi was unsatisfied to have come here in vain. He provocatively said, “We’re here to hunt for treasures, you puny thing! You can stand guard for now, but you can’t guard this place for a lifetime. Get out of the way and let us go in to check for treasures. If you’re so persistent, I’ll have someone dig up this mountain.” The beast suddenly opened its ferocious mouth. Its entire body was shrouded in darkness, forming a complete disguise. When it opened its mouth, it looked utterly horrifying.

How ironic. Did I become so terrifying that these beast-barbarians trembled at just a simple glance? "Your Highness, you can punish us in the way you see fit." Hm? How should I punish them? I can't just forgive them for scaring me to death. If I didn't transform just now, I think I'm already a goner! On second thought, I don't know this forest very much, and I don't know the way out. From what I read in the book that Mr. Morris gave me, The Beast Land is the home of the Divine Beast Clan. However, a few years ago, something happened to the clan, and their numbers lessened throughout the years.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

" The young man's eyes were alight with fervor. He hurled a peculiar bomb, and as it detonated, dense smoke rose, swiftly drawing a swarm of beasts. Just then, Gideon appeared. The beasts, affected by the foul odor, had eyes that turned blood-red. They immediately lunged at Gideon with a roar. "Get lost!" Facing the wild group of creatures, Gideon didn't flinch. They were merely a disorganized crowd. With a single punch, he carved a bloody path through them. His speed increased yet again. In the jungle, with one pursuing and the other fleeing, the noise grew louder, drawing the attention of numerous beasts. Even a leading alpha beast appeared. However, sensing Gideon's formidable power, even

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

They thunder again. The mirror version of me rises then, flooding my veins with borrowed boldness. My gaze hardens, power surging wild inside me. “I am Oleen Ramleigh. I awaken you to fight the werewolves who stole our lands. The same wolves you once battled before our clan betrayed you for the light.” They exchange looks, their expressions unreadable. For a long moment, the crypt hums with silence, thick and suffocating. Then one speaks, and all echo her voice.

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”