Beast Tamer's Rebirth: National Treasure Edition 소설 & 이야기

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

The art was crude, dark, and felt heavy, as if the ink was mixed with something foul. "The odds have always been in my favor," I said, my voice hardening. "I am Marcus Thorne. I don't lose." Granny looked up at me, her milky eyes suddenly sharp, piercing through the darkness of the room. She pointed a gnarled finger at the center card a figure trapped in a circle of fire, but the fire wasn't burning the figure, it was becoming part of it. "Not this time, my child," she whispered, and the cold in the room doubled. "The script has been rewritten, but not by you. You think you are the hunter? You are just the wood for her fire."

The man was an enchanter himself and loved Xasha's enthusiasm. On the third day when he left the vault under the reluctant gaze of caretaker Robert, sad that he had lost his ideal companion. He had taken with him his promised 3 treasures. Of all the thousands of energy beasts, he chose the Storm dragon energy core, the corpse of an Apex pufferfish, and an Ecko Bat. He chose these three after much deliberation; he felt that these would be the most help to him.

However, the ruler of the eastern continent would be viewed only as an ant by an organization as strong as North Treasure Merchant. "Sorry for the slight disturbance. Then we'll move on to the next item: "the curtain comes back open and just like before, another pretty maid carries a table with a glass case on top. Inside is a blood red beast core covered in massive qi energy. "As you can see, the 12th item is the beast core, certainly not the ordinary beast core. This is a level 5 beast originating from a fiery level 5 demonic beast, burning cloud beast!" Exclaimed the old man, who took everyone by surprise.

It was not only in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range but also in other places. When people seized the same treasure, the treasure would belong to the one who gave the treasure-guardian beast the final blow. If they did not act according to the rules, the only thing they could do was to engage in a bloody battle. They would either fight to death or fight to the end until one side surrendered. In Wastelands, one had to rely on one's strength to speak. There were no principles, even if the Flame-winged Beast King was seriously injured by them first. The man in purple smiled contemptuously and then turned to the man in white and shouted, "Senior Brother Liu, come on!"

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

I concluded and with that I removed the phone from my ear , I slowly stood up to my feet and walked towards my wardrobe, I pulled it open and my gaze met with Damon’s army green blazer. I contemplated giving it back to him but what logical explanation would I give to him on returning it, what if these items does not even exist in his present world and I end up looking like a fool. How in the world would I tell him that we’ve had an intimate encounter before, but I died that night and somehow got reborn without sounding crazy, I exhaled deeply and closed the wardrobe with a soft thud. This would definitely be one of my deepest darkest secret.

He gripped the Beast Supreme Bone Spur and leapt out of the aircraft. Instantly, he went all out. Two blazing suns rose behind him, dazzling and intense. He had activated his Tier 2 Solar Titan Physique. "Whatever you are, back off!" he roared. His voice thundered, shaking the sky. The Beast Supreme Bone Spur activated in his hand. At the same time, the Beast Supreme Bone flared to life. Gideon gripped the spur in one hand and the bone in the other, unleashing a fierce, beast-like energy.

“But I know you’re not the monster they make you out to be.” I turned to face him, my chest tightening. “How do you know that?” He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Because I’ve seen monsters. Real ones. And you’re not one of them.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, but it wasn’t frightening. It was grounding. I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. “Come on,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter. “Let’s see if you’re any good on a horse.”