Beast Yugioh Novels & Stories

There was no point running at this point, they would only chase after him and drag the rest of his guild into this fight. They had a job to do, and so did he. He couldn't make peace with the beastmen, so now his job was to ensure they brought no harm to his guild or interrupt their operation. A giant Azure Wind Dragon that was three times the size of Beemo appeared out of thin air by Beemo's Body. It looked at Beemo's mangled body in silence for a while, then two more azure Dragons a bit smaller than Beemo appeared out of thin air as well and landed beside him.

A male beastman took the lead, stepping forward quickly to inquire. Ben looked at the endless, aggressively surging crowd behind him, his brow furrowing slightly. With a rough count, there were actually as many as forty or fifty people! He answered steadily: "Correct. This object is called a fire cage, fifty blue beast crystals each." This male beastman who took the lead had no mate. Coming here this time was originally just to join in the buzz and watch. But seeing this palm-sized object priced as high as fifty blue beast crystals— He only felt the price was on the higher side. A heavy look of hesitation instantly surfaced on his face.

The faint white light pulsed like a heartbeat. “In this sacred trial,” she continued, her voice steady and commanding, “you won’t be fighting each other. You’ll face a beast. But not just any beast—this one is born from Primordial Essence, an ancient and powerful magic that existed before time, before the realms, before life itself.” A ripple of murmurs swept through the teams. Beasts? I turned slightly and caught Lysandra’s gaze. She had been quiet all morning. Her eyes locked with mine, lingering like she wanted to say something… but she didn’t. She just looked away again.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

That was a problem they would inevitably face next. Kate's charming face grew serious, and she explained, “According to Grandpa, it's divided into three parts—mechanisms, beast trials, and human trials!” Mechanisms were easy to understand. Andrius had seen and experienced many over the years. However, what were beast and human trials? Then, he asked, “Tell me about the beast and human trials.” Kate nodded and began to explain, “The beast trial is actually a rare spirit turtle raised by the Turtle Sage called Baser. According to legends, Baser has been alive for thousands of years and possesses formidable strength far beyond ordinary beings.”

Yale sighed as he looked at the good part of the situation, he only needed two more stats to reach ten points to fulfill the Origin Path's conditions. A few hours later, Yale didn't have time to think about anything related to his stats or Innate Talents anymore as he found a 2-star beast. The beast resembled a tiger, but its body was bulkier than a normal tiger, and its fur was brown and red. Yale also knew about that beast; it was a Fire-wood Tiger, a beast with the ability to morph itself into something resembling wood, and then, it ambushed the preys by exploding with fire. It was quite infamous among the travelers in the outside world.

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.

It's over; it's done. I am a Tacata, born strong and holding nothing back. Someone like him will not make me feel this way; he may have my body, but he will never know my body. Forgive me, my mother, but Rezoir knows its name. If it knows me as a Constantine and not an Azeria, then I will act as who I am.

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.