Beastars Cat Mga Nobela at Kwento

The beast looked like a product of pure rage, forged in the image and likeness of wickedness personified. Its eyes were a pool of red, fangs bared and ready. A loud growl pierces through the air as it lunges, its claws tearing at the air. Marisol could feel its power, its anger, its hatred aimed at nothing she could currently make out, but she couldn't look away.

Jethro said, his voice tight. “He… he marked me,” I said, voice cracking. “And I marked him back.” Genesis gasped. “Oh my God.” “You did what?” Jethro snapped, stepping closer. “You let him— Is, do you even know what that means?!” “I didn’t let anything!” I screamed. “It just… happened.” Anthonia knelt in front of me, taking my hands. Her touch was warm, grounding. “You’re mated to Arseñio Dicaprio,” she said softly. “The Alpha Beast of Melbourne.”

Jax yelled from the upper catwalks where he was fighting off Raven enforcers. The Beast that was Marcus let out a sound that wasn't a howl—it was a scream of digital feedback. It lunged at Kael, the silver blades on its paws whistling through the air. Kael dodged, but the Beast was unnaturally fast. It swiped, catching Kael’s shoulder, the silver searing through his bandage. In the center of the Pit, Elara’s head snapped toward the sound of Kael’s grunt of pain. The violet in her eyes flared. She began to roar—a sound that shook the very foundations of the Foundry. The chains holding her wrists began to groan, the iron glowing red as her Berserker heat surged.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

There wasn’t anywhere in the world anyone could hide from us. So many failed to realize that cats are like wolves. We don’t forgive, we wait our prey out until they forget we are there, and then we strike. Cats hold grudges; we imprint your scent, your face, your memories in our very souls, never to forget. There is no escape from us. When I met Beast, he was just as broken as I was, and we bonded instantly. We understood each other on a level that few could comprehend. I wanted what he had. I wanted the loving mate to balance my darkness. I wanted cubs smiling up at me, but unlike Beast, my form could never be accepted. The shadows were where I would always belong.

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!

She succumbs and even holds onto me but that doesn't satisfy Aurora, who hasn't been able to feed in centuries. Even though Cassandra is willingly offering herself to me, it's not enough for the beast inside of me. I firmly hold Cassandra's head so that she has no chance of escaping me. I know this isn't for my benefit or satisfaction but I can't help but enjoy the euphoric feeling that comes with satisfying the soul of my dear friend, Aurora. It's somewhat addictive and I feel as though a deep neglected need inside of me is finally receiving the treatment it deserves. "Heaven." I hear Amelia's voice but the thing is, right now, I'm not exactly Heaven. "I think you have had enough."

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

He touched Meat Bun with his fingers and said, "Are you... afraid of it?" The Nine Netherbird was a peerless fierce beast born in the Nine Serenities Fire. It was said that this kind of fierce guy was not even afraid of a divine beast, but now it showed fear in front of a cat. This was simply incredible. "I'm... I'm scared! How can I be afraid of a cat... But this guy..." Looking at Meat Bun, the Nine Netherbird took a deep look at it again and finally relaxed a lot.

It must be one of the mysteries of the stone chamber to prevent any form of cheating. "KABOOM!" Another loud explosion shook the space, waking up the Illusory Beast again. This time, it finally noticed Xiao Chen. The series of movements it did next, however, was beyond Xiao Chen's expectations. He watched as the beast clasped its belly with one hand, hammered the ground with the other, and finally laughed as it pointed at him. The beast was mocking him! "Is, is this beast… an intelligent beast? Is it mad?" Xiao Chen stared blankly at the beast that couldn't stop laughing. It reminded him of how the Leopard Cat Spirit had jeered at him back in the Miasma Mountain Range. To think this beast po