Beast Taming Novels & Stories

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.

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

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.

I swallowed the heavy pressure the beast pushed against my chest, and answered, “Have you shown me all of you, Little One?” Piper blinked. “There isn’t much to me, Zander.” I chuckled. “I don’t think that’s true, but I’ll go first. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She laughed, her voice echoed around us. “I don’t turn into a beast, and you’ve seen me without makeup, maybe I’ll tell you my deepest darkest secret one day.” “Deal,” I said. The beast shoved against me, pushing against my bones and frame, sending me to all fours. It only took seconds now, my body had become accustomed to the shift and welcomed it.

“Tonight, it will remember yours.” I swallowed. “What do I have to do?” She extended her hand, and a silver flame lit in her palm. “You must claim another in name. You must say the words aloud, bind your aura, and offer a piece of your spirit. It will not be a full mating—but it will be enough to deceive the old powers watching her.” “And the woman?” I asked. “Who is she?” Saria turned toward the trees. And from the shadows, someone stepped into the circle.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

I tamed his feral beasts, and he showed me that all nonhumans were capable of having a heart and feeling compassion unlike what my father tried to instill in me. My life has purpose with our new pack and Nikolai has allowed me to see the beauty of it. The End

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

Cora whispers and Dom goes stiff as he watches Taylor arches off the ground. The silence is finally pierced as Taylor's lips rip open to release an ear piercing scream. In the blink of an eye Taylor's body seems to explode. Her creamy skin becomes dark brown fur. Her human features disappear and in their place are a long snout with razor sharp teeth. Taylor's scream turns into a howl briefly before her new body shags back against the grass due to exhaustion. Taylor's bright blue eyes find Dom's face for a second before her eyelids drift closed. Panic surges through his body and Dom goes to grab his mate, but his sister catches his hands.