Beastars Author Mga Nobela at Kwento

AUTHOR'S POV “ Dam-Damon... ” A terrified whisper left Ana's mouth, as she stared up at Beast who composed his expressions instantly. Pushing himself off her in a moment, he pulled her along him like she was a ragdoll. “ CALL THE GUARDS ON LOOKOUT! ” Beast roared out and started dragging Ana who was still staring at her hands. Her eyes slowly went down to the sand where blood was dropping down from Beast's waist. A lot of gun shots were sounding in the background. A lot of men appeared from the Forest too. It was once again a gang war and they were definitely outnumered by a huge difference.

The Nebula Beast, a creature of both beauty and terror, had awakened. The Nebula Beast, an entity of swirling galaxies and shimmering stardust loomed before them, dwarfing the group with its vastness. Its voice, like a million harmonized whispers, echoed through the void. "Why have you trespassed into my domain?" the Beast inquired, its tone resonating with curiosity rather than anger. Elara, though stunned by its magnificent presence, found her voice. "We seek knowledge, not to harm or desecrate your realm. We are travelers, adventurers."

Liem said reminding the giant beast monster because there are other monsters around him who will die for nothing due to his Aura. It seemed that all the beast monsters gathered there looked terrified to see a giant monster like a cow with a deer head that sounded angry immediately saying to Liem ; "O human, how dare you wake my sleep and now you pretend to reprimand me ? How great are you ?" Said the Giant Beast Beast who sounded boasting to Liem. Liem only smiled and sounded laughing "Hahaha" Liem's ​​voice who laughed loudly and looked like the creature was getting annoyed at Liem and said ;

Horrified, I realized what they were doing. “What happened?” I asked in horror. Aiden looked at me with red eyes. “The Dark Beasts weren't just magical creations; they were people, they were missing half-breeds, Elara,” Aiden said in horror. “The beasts were real people who were sacrificed and then corrupted with a kind of forbidden magic that consumed them.” That shook me to my core. “It can't be,” I said in horror. “This can't be.”

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

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.

"It starts of coherent, as if drawn by a hand. Then it gets progressively more feral, as if something else entirely has taken over." Marek points from the left side of the cave to the right, pointing out what I was missing. None of this is meant to be words, but pictures, symbolising what was going on inside the deranged mind of whoever created it. Tai looks uneasy, flinching in time with the occasional drop of water from the cave roof onto the rock before us. "You're saying the Beast wrote this?" "These look ancient. It could be possible that it was making note of it's transition from human to beast," Marek explains.

"He isn't Rowan anymore. He’s a 'Logic Bomb.' If I don't 'Format' him, he will consume the last of the 'Legacy Data.' He will eat the memory of the Earth itself just to keep himself 'Online.'" I looked at the Author. He looked so kind. So grandfatherly. But then I looked at the desk. Next to his sketchbook was a jar. Inside the jar were thousands of tiny, flickering lights. "What are those?" I asked, my voice a hollow whisper. "Characters," the Author said simply. "The ones who didn't 'Test Well.' The ones who asked too many questions. I keep them as 'Reference.'" I realized then that the Author wasn't a creator. He was a **Hoarder**. He didn't want a "Perfect Life" for me; he wanted a "Perf

She shudder to think what would have happen if she touched it by mistake. Suddenly, Rose wished that she didn't request them to show their Beasts. Because she is now getting afraid of their beasts. She feel herself trembling by just looking at them. "Mate" Both the Beasts whispered at the same time. Rose was shocked to hear them. Their voice was heavy, inhuman. The one that sends chills down your spine. The Beasts looked at their mate. She looked even more beautiful than they imagined. They stepped closer to her but Rose flinched and moved back. Great mistake.