Beast Tamer's Rebirth: National Treasure Edition Novels & Stories

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

He quickly covered his mouth, then hissed, "What in the world? I don't even know her. How could it be my kid?" Of course, I believed him. That was why I had already called the baby's father. For now, I would let Arthur make a scene—the merrier, the better. "You have to help me, Chloe. If they keep making a scene like this, it'll ruin my reputation!" Dad whispered frantically. I shot him a glare, and only then did he finally shut up. "What, lost your nerve? If you don't come up with 500 thousand today, I'll drag this on for as long as I can!" Arthur threatened.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

Grabbing my jaw tightly in his palm, he snarled lowly against my neck, “You don’t know me.” My heartbeat started racing. I took a deep breath and managed to steady my breath. I didn’t reply to him this time but closed my eyes, waiting for his next move. It’s a gamble, and if I lost, I’d have to pay my life as price. I never liked gambling because I had always been the bad-luck loser. But this time, I had a faith in wining, so I bet my whole life on a vampire’s empathy. Things had been clear enough now. I had to join the celebration night, because it’s the only chance I could steal a glance of the Red Moon pack with a possibility to find something behind the veil, something about Mrs. Johnson

He told his director while taking off his gloves. "Everyone, lets rapid up and get moving. We don’t have all night. I have to get home to my daughter and read some bedtime stories to her. Don’t drag on! Move your weak legs faster! Alvin and Derrie! Do a patrol around the area and report back in fifteen minutes.” Joe shouted with power in his voice. No one spoke a word, although the dirt trembled from the movement of their boots. There under every blanket of the night are mysteries that disappear in the mist with the darkness. The owl knows these secrets and has seen the face of the beast. These creatures are not a puzzle to the wind. The breeze has watched them mutate into their original for

Jensen was confused, and Evie smiled bitterly. “They did not inherit anything because they are the original gods from heaven,” she said. “Returners to ancestry are those deities who entered the cycle of birth. They were born to mortals but they retained their memories and powers as deities.” In her world, when a returner to ancestry was born, as soon as she or he became old enough, he or she would become the ruler of the land automatically. In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities.

Tears overwhelm Damian’s bruised face as he learns that the one who created him had somehow betrayed him. "I have lived as a child. I have been imprisoned as an adult for reasons unknown. My family is no longer with me and friends have never been there in the first place. I have been denied release… no! I will spring free from here, I will find Selene’s children! I will kill them all. My path is now clear! I will not be denied revenge. Selene, prepare yourself for a war you won’t believe!” Damian growls. He had promised to all of them that he would never be denied again. His memory was erased by the Sisters of Fate but if there is one thing that Damian can do it is to fight. The hands of dea

She moved to the couch and read the newspaper with her. On the cover page is a picture of a boar beast eating peacefully beside a boulder. On the right of it, in a column, read: “The Royal Hunting Event will be held in a few weeks! Pack your equipment and ready your mounts! Each monster will be graded with points and every point counts!” Nene looked at the picture in awe. “Whoah… That’s a big boar beast… What is that?” “It’s Boraria Hard Tusk. Usualluy, that beast can fetch 50 points. I’m surprised they can get the picture so close.”

I snatched the ancient tennis racket, a relic from the Stone Age, right out of the wooden depths of the forgotten closet. Thaddeus stared at the stick in my hand in total confusion and disbelief. “Why do you have that? What happened to your wolf?” "I can't shift right now," I confessed, rubbing the worn tennis racket affectionately. "Miranda said the medicine would weaken my wolf for a while." This trusty racket was my secret weapon when I couldn't transform right now. It was the perfect size for me, heavy enough to pack a punch, and sturdy enough to withstand any attack. I knew I could take down anyone with a well-placed swing.

And it also explicated how she knew the name of his wolf. “Zian,” she had said back at the parking lot, causing his wolf to howl inside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he decided to deal with the rest of the mystery after going back to the hotel room. It was the last day of their stay. Now that the healer was discovered, there was no point in staying here any longer and wasting time. The sooner they got back to their pack-house, the better they could prepare for the upcoming war. His people needed this boost of confidence and enthusiasm that only a healer could provide. As for that reincarnation thing—he would demand an audience with the elders and play it by the ear.