Beast Spirit Novels & Stories

They can summon animals as well? "Those are not real beasts, they are spirits that are summoned by the people who are called Card Makers. The spirits will be trapped in the card and only those who have spiritual power can summon them back out of the card. They are used as an auxiliary tool, just like the two real beasts above." And just like him. Caden added in his mind. Although now, he is not reluctant to be of help to his owner.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

Mindy whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, and I rolled my eyes goodnaturedly. Despite the warmth of their attention, a part of me felt detached, like I was an imposter in their world. The admiration for my wolf, the whispered comments about how strong she must be—it all felt undeserved. They didn’t understand the chaos beneath the surface, the lack of control that scared me more than anything else. I hadn’t been myself while I’d been in that beast's form. I would never have been able to tear into two grown men like that were it not for my wolf. Despite everyone’s relief that she’d been there, I wasn’t sure I liked it. A month ago, I couldn't even kill a bug on my own and now I was

I tried to explain with the best of my capabilities but if there are still others who don't understand it and haven't read the sequels, I humbly request to just check the wiki since they have a larger context base. The title of the most beautiful spirit beast of the continent goes to an insect spirit beast named Bright Goddess Butterfly. Its size depends on its cultivation. Greater the cultivation, larger the size. Its carapace is glowing white in color as if the most central location of a fire. The glow released from the white carapace makes its luminescent blue wings with constantly changing dark-blue patterns on the surface and the golden lining on the edge of the wings stand out further.

He made it a point to note that he needed to make her pay but for now, he had more pressing needs. No one knows what he was doing so they had no fucking right to blame him for anything. He needed to let his beast out. It needed fresh blood. The blood of the hag would have served as the best meal to his beast but he couldn't. Not that he cared about her four hundred lives but he had to keep the promise he made.

' I whisper to my reflection in the mirror before dashing out. Getting back, more dismay slaps me, glueing my steps on the floor and my eyes on this mystifying monster. My nightmare which has conformed an ambivalence overnight is in the kitchen playing with utensils and some ingredients, something that I presume to be tea simmering in the cooker. He weirdly seems to be possessed by a certain jovial spirit today. He is even whistling some tune for a song that I can't recognize as he works. Did some angel assume his body? Or did he die and reincarnate into this new creature that seems more human than the old Ajay could have been in his entire life? This is strange! People like Ajay don't chang

Jesse watched me with concern, and I stood there trying not to completely lose my mind. "I need a drink." I said and turned around. I headed straight for my purse as I knew there was nothing strong enough in the house that would help. I did not bother to say anything to Jesse as I left the house and headed in the direction of a nearby gas station. As I walked the sidewalk, I let my mind race. I had a ghost in my house. His name was Jesse Martin and he lived back in the forties. I assume the vision that I had of the gunshot in the basement had to do with him in some way. For someone who did not believe in this sort of thing, I gave myself a bit of credit for not completely breaking down.

Then— “Child. Your body in the modern world has already perished… in a train accident.” The world tilted. Dead. I’m… already dead? “So returning would be meaningless.” Her mind went blank. Then the Beast God spoke again. “However—if you gather my Seven Spirit Stones, I can recreate your modern body.” “After that, whether you choose to return—or remain here—I will not interfere.” Hope surged violently through her veins. “Seven Spirit Stones? Where do I find them?” “I placed them long ago inside seven gifted male beastfolk.” A pause. “I no longer remember which ones.”

We were born with the divine gift of bearing sacred beasts. Ten thousand years ago, a great war broke out among the beast clans. The only sacred beast sacrificed itself for the lives of countless others. Since then, its bloodline withered away, and no sacred beasts had been born. And now, Rosalie and I were the only hope of bearing one. It had been declared throughout the beast clans that whoever gave birth to a sacred beast would be crowned as beast king. In my previous life, on our coming-of-age day, Rosalie was the first to pick Charles Summer, the prince of the zilant clan. She was hoping to give birth to a sacred beast and claim the throne.