Beast Tamer Manga Novels & Stories

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

The traitor fell to the ground, his body twitching in pain. Liam stood over him, his chest heaving with exertion. "Don't ever threaten me or my mate again," he warned, his voice cold. The traitor whimpered in fear, his eyes wide with terror as Liam took the final blow. Liam turned away from him, his wolf receding as it shifted back into his subconscious, satisfied. James followed suit, his massive body shrinking down to its human size. As they walked away from the clearing, Liam felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him and something new, something different.

At the hands of his beastly sex master. The moment passed, Luca's hand dropped. He tossed me to the side and I landed on the bed, clawing my neck and taking in precious gulps of air. I heard his boots stomping the floor as he retreated. The door slammed hard behind him, making it rock on its hinges. A tear dropped from my eye as I panted. He didn't kill me. He could've, but he didn't.

In other words, the Beast Controller Plate was equivalent to magic storage that could hold living things. At the thought of that, Caspian quickly unlocked the Beast Controller Plate, and just as he expected, there was also a third-rank wild beast in the shape of a deer. However, unlike the Azure Moon Silver Wolf, the deer-shaped monster had dull eyes. After being released by Caspian, it stood there motionless. If it did not blink and breathe occasionally, Caspian would have suspected that it was a sculpture.

I assure him through clenched teeth even though I'm not sure I do. "Marinah, step around him slowly. No sudden movements." "No," I growl and almost lose myself to Beast's violence. Marinah freezes before she can step in his direction. It's all that saves her. Beast bellows inside me and bones crack. Rage floods my system along with more Kedorine 5. I've never brought Beast back from this point of transformation, but I know I must. The pain almost takes me to my knees. The red band around my vision increases in size until there's only a small clear place left and it holds Marinah. Thick energy pushes against my bones exerting Beast's will over my own. No, I almost shout out loud. I hold my gr

he starts but I cut him off waving my hand dismissively realising that his nervousness probably stemmed from a deep insecurity of not being accepted and being shunned and I couldn't help sympathic feeling towards him, towards Beasty. "No need to cuss Beasty. I can smell your nervousness, There's no need to be nervous, I get what's it like to be different and have people not understand. I can smell the strong barbarian pack member scent, and I have no intention to reveal your secret. I'll finish your coffee Beasty, and you can be on your way." "Beasty?" he asks with a slight furrowed brow but a smile playing on his lips and I chuckle turning my back to him so I can finish his coffee

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

Meanwhile, my only child turned out to be a rare sacred beast hatchling. All beast clans rejoiced and proclaimed me the beast king. On the day of the coronation, Rosalie, reluctant to accept it, strangled my sacred beast hatchling. She also ambushed me while I was still weak, tearing out my beast core and ripping the scales off my body. In the end, she tossed my body—along with my lifeless hatchling's—into the beast furnace, destroying us completely. Upon that thought, I glared at Rosalie, suppressing the hatred within me.

"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.