Beast Spirit Novels & Stories

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

Then, with a cold smile at the three cowering figures in the corner, I gathered my belongings and the ruined doll, took Felix's hand, and walked away. As we left, I still caught their voices comforting Celie, "It's fine. Once the floods come, that ungrateful wretch won't even have a place to hide. Either she drowns miserably, or she'll crawl back to beg us. As long as you stay close to Gideon, she won't be smug for long. Just wait and see!" They truly believed that the giant shark was salvation in the apocalypse. Absurd. No matter how humanlike a beastman's form, the wildness of their nature remained. In my past life, they only saw me waiting at home while Gideon brought back fish—never noti

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

Philip said in exasperation. “Those two are spirit beasts,” Roscoe said. Philip was taken aback and asked, “How do you know?” “My family runs a spirit beast store. They have clear eyes and generally won't hurt anyone.” Roscoe picked up a flaming torch and threw it into the open space. The lizards scrambled to give chase, and one of them ran back to Roscoe with the torch in its mouth. Roscoe continued, “Demon beasts are generally huge with red eyes. They’ll hurt people on sight and can’t be tamed. There are far fewer demon beasts than spirit beasts.”

He wondered why there were so many of them. Suddenly a sickening realization hit him. They needed him out of the way so they could get to his mate. Rage boiled in him as his beast fought to dominate him. Any threat to his mate made it impossible for him to think straight. He only knew he had to protect her. His already dark eyes turned blood red as his body convulsed, trembling violently. There was the eerie sound of bones cracking and reforming and a long mournful howl split the silent night. In Kendrick's place, a very large and enormous silver lycan stood there. This beast was the famous spirit beast that every creature knew about but had never seen. Its height was huge, over ten feet. It

The spirit’s energy was far less subtle than hers. Lexie and Adrian’s conversation felt more like a Q&A session, leaving the spirit aside. This was one of Adrian’s strategies—dealing with spirits required a gentle approach, different from handling dark beasts. Dark beasts were aggressive and combative. Unless an immortal obtained a dark beast’s egg or offspring, they could only suppress it by force, making it acknowledge the immortal as its master. Spirits, on the other hand, were much more intelligent than dark beasts. Most importantly, they could run away.