Beast Spirit Novels & Stories

How do I even simplify it without revealing things she might not be ready for yet? The complex relationship between a man and a spirit beast within him, how the two things are one and the same and yet still of distinct minds and temperaments. How do I explain to her in a few simple words that we are somehow two souls sharing a body that can shift at will into something…more? How our spirit beasts are a part of us, and yet also have a will of their own, guiding us with their instincts and healing us with their strength? That the beast is me, but also…not just me. Raya stares at me with narrowed eyes and I can’t really blame her. I practically just planted a big road sign that says “Welcome to

“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

“But this is my ‘home’.” “Aren’t familiars supposed to follow their mast…” “You’re not my master.” “Anyways aren’t you supposed to?” “Summon me from anywhere and I shall appear. I am the Silver Beast. Don’t think of me like lesser yokai and beasts from folktales. I. AM. SUPERIOR.” “A-Alright. Then I’ll head back.” Says Akihiko and walks to the main door of the building. He opens the door and stands there. Fenrir takes a seat on his throne and asks-

But there were two categories that possess a great variety, these were the Beastmen and the Ferals, also known as Beast People; Although both were relatively similar, they have notable differences. Beastmen are anthropomorphic animals, or in other words they are animals with characteristics similar to a humanoid, that is, they walk using their hind legs, they can grab things with their front legs, they have a relatively humanoid body structure and they also have the ability to speak. They are relatively wild, aggressive, and uncivilized; in terms of their physical abilities, most, if not all, are markedly superior to the average human.

"I finally got my path, I decided for the golemancy branch, it's not as cool as being the heart of the abyss and whatnot, but yeah, this is nice too." "Ohhh, what did you choose?" "Spirit beast summoner. I can summon spiritual beasts to fight for me. But I need to get materials to make their cores, but that's something that money can resolve…" then, the dog started looking at him with a disdainful gaze. "Envy me, puny mortal." It was David's turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, fuck you." "Likewise"

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.”