Beastars Cat Novels & Stories

With two minutes remaining, he arranged a comfortable place for the beast near his bed. "Oh right, you don't have a name yet. What should I call you..." Sebastian pondered, then found an answer, "You belong to the bear family, but you look like a cat, so I'll name you... Bearcat!" Despite the Food Iron Beast's displeasure, Sebastian gave it the name, and it had no chance to object because Sebastian had already logged out. ... Exiting the game pod, Sebastian felt as energetic as ever. He had spent three days inside, and his body showed no signs of discomfort. No hunger, no need for a bathroom break.

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

Claire said with a confident expreession. "What do you know if you don't know the story of the war beast?" Monica mocked and Claire pouted. "Why are you picking on me? So what if I don't know the story?" Claire's face expressed nothing but annoyance. "I don't know the story either. I've never heard of it so it's not a big deal" Ashely said. Yes, she didn't know the story of the war beast. She didn't even know what the war beast was until priestess Luciana mentioned it.

Alpha Zane's eyes flickered open, his grey eyes swiftly moving around the room, till he came to a slow focus on Beta Kane's desperate eyes. "Alpha. You are awake." "Kane." he said, a small breath escaping his lips and he pulled himself to a sitting position. His cloak was still wrapped around him, but the right shoulder was off, exposing the constellation tattoo that extended from his upper arm to his neck, and stopped just before his ear lobe. Standing out was Polaris, the northern star, the star his pack had been named after.

I roll my eyes at Illianna as Cera takes a seat across from me. Tevin lays the garment bag he's carrying over the back of an empty chair and rushes over to me. "Oh my dear, you look devine." He says pulling me out of my seat and kissing both sides of my face. "You're looking pretty snazzy yourself. Must be the new beau I heard about from someone else." I tap his shoulder lightly. "Child, that male is a beast. Literally." We all laugh knowing that Tevin the fae has taken a shine to one of my father's shifters. They call him Beast. Beast is a bear shifter. He's a polar bear. One of only a few left.

It split into four mandibles, lined with rows of serrated, yellow teeth. It was the size of a tank. It looked at me. Its eyes were milky white cataracts. "A Behemoth," I whispered, recognizing the creature class from the oldest Archives. "A Carrion Beast." The beast sniffed the air. It smelled the star-metal Heart beating in the center of the room. It growled. A wet, gurgling sound. It ignored me. It walked toward the Heart. "Hey!" I shouted. "Doggy!"

The fabric of this dress felt thick, but it was still soft and comfortable when I wore it. Arthur only woke up for lunch; after that, he went back to sleep. I don't have anything else to do after cooking food for him, so I just read the magazines and newspapers from Arthur's closet while eating the waffles he had bought for me. Everything in these magazines and newspapers seems like a collection of fictional stories in news form, but I enjoy it. I also got to know several types of Xenobeasts that often cause chaos at the base. Basically, there are three types that often appear. Type C is the easiest to kill, type B is the poisonous Xenobeast that is four times stronger, and type A is a 3-met