Beast Tamer Novels & Stories

James sent a glance in Xatiaʼs direction. Adair furrowed her brows. “These monsters are all high-ranking monsters, though. Can someone really control them?” “Beast tamers can.” Xatia continued, “The Timaeus Sect has a beast tamer at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation. That person can control monsters.” “Abelard?” Adair exclaimed, “He’s here?!” “Think about it,” James said, “We killed those four Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation monsters, but we couldn’t find any of their Genesis Cores.”

“But how can this happen, Grandma? How can a girl be a healer?” Jasmine questioned, her features contorted in a deep frown, her hands clasped into fists as she peered at the translucent form of her late great-grandmother. “Isn’t it against nature? Isn’t it…cruel?”

“Wow, that was………amazing.” Jeremy said as he walked toward the bear and was about to touch it, but then Tamara snarled at the male, making his eyes widen, but he went back to where he was standing. “This is her kill, gift, for her alpha, Jeremy. Don’t touch it or you will follow the poor bear.” Sawyer said in a serious voice and I crouched in front of my mate and hugged her to my chest and she started to lick my face and neck and my chest, slobbering blood and saliva everywhere, making me chuckle.

Something made-up of metal as well as glass. Something like... Lantern. Leaving the tall man, the beast jumped towards the one who was holding the lantern just a second ago and... It was the first time when the hungry beast tried to satisfy his never-ending craving. His father's experiment on him to make him the most powerful Lycan King turned out wrong and his beast went wild and uncontrollable. <><>

“Till that time you will remain here in this room under watch.” “Since I will be confined to this room, can you untie me? My wrists are really sore.” Arya looked with puppy eyes on the older Omega. “Fine, Eliam! Come in.” The door opened again and that tall bulky man from before went in. “Cut her ties. This is Eliam, he will keep his watch over you. He is a Beta and will not respond to your pheromones.” Arya said nothing, the men cut the ropes and she was finally free. Arya was rubbing her sore wrists when Jasmine informed her that the dinner will be served in half an hour, then left.

I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over. My mate falls back and lands on her rear end. Her breathing accelerates, and her eyes look around wildly as if expecting an attack. She begins to cry as she watches the darkness around her, and again, I become conflicted. I want her, but I can't have her. Her view of my people is no better than anyone else so she probably wouldn't want me. Who am I kidding? Of course, she wouldn't want me. I am a beast. A beast that kills monsters. A wild animal that can't be trusted.

I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness. Xavier stared at her figure one last time before he could leave. She looked so beautiful and peaceful while asleep. He couldn't wait to take her again and show her all the things he could do but first he had to make sure that it was safe. He turned to the door and walked out of the room letting his beast out when he was out of sight and in the woods. He could pick a scent that he knew did not belong to any member of his pack and he followed it.

"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.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow. His head is now bent down, and he motions to me as if he's trying to tell me to get on top. When I don't move the beast stands back up and growls like he's telling me to get on or else. I do as the beast says and slowly approach him to climb on top. Being unable to steady myself on top of him, I grab hold of his fur and hold on tight. At first, riding the beast was like riding a horse until it started to run