Beast Spirit Novels & Stories

This is called, "Kill them with kindness!" Ouch indeed! I prefer the insult so it doesn't hurt my ego too much. Before I could answer, he spoke. “We elemental spirit… can’t turn… into humans… only beastpeople… can polymorph… we elementals… might be… strong but… we are not… omnipotent…” Phewww... so many deep words. I've learned something new again. Beastpeople. "Okay-okay, I didn't say anything." I raised my hands but indicated I surrender.

"You wanted to go to hell, I will grant you your wish." The last thing I see before I completely give up on trying to keep up with the two demons is Aurora lunging at her prey. The more Aurora gets stronger the more I fade away and as I begin to disappear the only thing my mind clings onto is the memory of Sky. I feel like I'm floating through space. I don't know where to land because I'm between cross worlds, the land of the dead and the land of the living. I don't know which is more tempting. The spirit world is calling me and all I have to do is hold out my hand and they will take me.

He better be right or else I'll be shoving a ten-inch length of latex where the sun doesn't shine. Grayson crawled on top of me, his athletic body making me feel small in comparison. The heady scent of sandalwood and manliness swamped my senses. In my world, if Grayson wasn’t a werewolf, and we didn’t have a spiritual tether binding our souls, I would find it difficult to trust him because of his flippant attitude towards sex, his pleasure-seeking ways, and his unabashed flirtatious personality that makes him so unapologetically himself. I don’t expect him to change, and to be honest, I wouldn’t want him to. But him being a werewolf, and us having a soul binding bond, knowing he would never

How could he endure being looked down upon by a little brat? Sebastian was pulled up by Elder Winston, passing through the outer perimeter of the spiritual beast garden. Indeed, the strength of the spiritual beasts inside was different from the outer ones. The farther in they went, the higher the strength of the spiritual beasts, ranging from Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, to Nascent Spirit. "If they are even stronger, I won't show you. Those spiritual beasts could crush you with their pressure alone. How about it, impressed or not?" Elder Winston said triumphantly.

The Werebeast’s growl echoed through the vast chamber, reverberating off the stone walls like the rumble of thunder before a storm. Asha’s heart raced, the weight of her bloodline pressing down on her chest. She could feel the Soulbone Imprint pulsing within her, thrumming with energy. The Ancestral Spirits stirred in response to the creature’s recognition. The power within her was awakening—and it was too much to contain.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

“You were born with something rare inside you.” I held my breath. “The Red Moon Beast.” My heart dropped. He walked to the wall and touched one of the glowing symbols. “This beast is not evil,” he said softly. “It is ancient. It is powerful. It is a spirit that chooses a host once every very long time. It chose you. And the ritual will help it awaken safely. Without hurting anyone. Without hurting you.” I stared at him. I didn’t know what to say. A beast? Inside me?

I opened my eyes. The searing pain from the poison still lingered. "You have both perished in the mortal world, yet your souls were sent here by the Main God. Two identities now lie before you. "The first is to become a powerful beast woman in this world. The second is to become a saintess. Have you decided who will be the saintess and who will be the beast woman?" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home.