Beast Tamer Novels & Stories

He may not like my kind, but he had treated us fairly thus far. "Xander, go take a break." The guard said in a no-nonsense tone. Still, Xander stepped forward, glaring at the man with a low growl rumbling in his chest. The signs were all there. The red eyes, extended claws and teeth, and his body shaking…he was about to lose control of his beast. A crowd had gathered as people slowed on their way out to see what was causing the commotion, but they quickly dispersed as a group of guards jogged forward, demanding that everyone clear the way.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

"Go make peace with your woman. The last thing any of us need is another Maylin or you living off carrots." He laughs and the mood shifts. Boot's wife, Maylin, is a handful. I walk back to my bike, where Beck waits with his stoic frown on full display. "Do you need me to kill Cabel?" That's the problem with Beck. He's too much like Beast. For both of them the only way to solve a problem is by killing it. Beck needs to learn to knock a head sideways without death as a correlating factor. "No, and if you touch him without my consent, the human will have two trainers."

Sealing the chest closed Gerfast tied a knot on the string and leaned down to secure the extra length between his incisors, a delicate shiver winding down his spine as the cold dead flesh brushed the tip of his nose, and cut it. “Pardon?” “Tell them sons of bitches I don’t need no help, if I needed one I’d of bought a slave.” “None sent me, I jus’ come on my own.” The boy shuffled on his feet at the first rumble of thunder in the distance: a sound so deep Gerfast felt it reverberate from the foundation and up his arthritic limbs. Both swivelled to watch the darkness bleed across the face of the city like some heliotropic plague that eclipsed the sun and threatened to plunge the world in a co

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

I roll my eyes at Illianna as Cera takes a seat across from me. Tevin lays the garment bag he's carrying over the back of an empty chair and rushes over to me. "Oh my dear, you look devine." He says pulling me out of my seat and kissing both sides of my face. "You're looking pretty snazzy yourself. Must be the new beau I heard about from someone else." I tap his shoulder lightly. "Child, that male is a beast. Literally." We all laugh knowing that Tevin the fae has taken a shine to one of my father's shifters. They call him Beast. Beast is a bear shifter. He's a polar bear. One of only a few left.

" You know Phoenix...I was kind of surprised about something " " I was kind of shocked by the fact that Axion... didn't kill you and you were even brave enough to hug despite him being a beast. Normally, whenever Axion turns into a beast, I, Kelsey, Tamara, and Lola will do everything we can to make sure we hide from him, we make sure he doesn't find us... " But why? " Phoenix asked. " Because, whenever he's in that state...he can't differentiate who is who. He just doesn't recognize who his loved ones or family are. To him,... we're all nothing but preys, ready to be devoured anytime soon. But that isn't the case with you "

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.