Beastars Lions Novelas e Histórias

The faint vibration humming beneath my skin. The kings' aura. Corbin led me through one of the massive archways and up a series of stone steps. The higher we climbed, the stronger the sensation became. And when I finally reached the top and looked down into the arena, my breath caught. Fenric, Rhydan, and Brammon were in the center of the coliseum. Fighting each other. All three had partially shifted into their beast forms. Fenric moved with terrifying speed, dark claws flashing whenever he struck. Rhydan's tail lashed through the air like a whip, each blow carrying enough force to crack stone. And Brammon stood like a mountain amidst the chaos, every footstep making the ground tremble.

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

The beast prince bared his fangs. Let the game begin.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

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.

Within a few strokes, both lions had been cut into pieces. These powerful beasts had been taken down in a matter of seconds. The crowd broke out into cheers. The power of these Sanctuary level masters was truly undeniable. The three Sanctuary level cultivators smirked coldly, continuing to push forward. About a dozen people rushed up to the lions, fighting over their corpses. The skin of these evolved beasts was extremely precious and would make a fine coat to protect one from the elements. Cameron saw this and waved a hand for everyone to keep going. Wilbur did so quietly.

He saw there were two young adults around eighteen or nineteen years old wearing the Grandiuno Sect's uniform running for their lives toward them. They were not very weak. At least they were also level one supreme saints. However, there was a black-scaled beast that looked like a lion and the size of a small hill chasing after them. Its body was tough like iron and sparkled with fire. Its breath was terrifying and it had the attainment similar to the peak stage of level one supreme saint. Yaacob Nielsen was running as fast as he could away from the Fire Leo while wondering why he was having bad luck today.

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

It was a seventh-level demonic beast, the Raging Flame Lion. Qin Haodong was overjoyed. He knew that it was definitely good for the Three-legged Golden Toad to eat the seventh-level demonic beast. However, the Three-legged Golden Toad was a level lower than the Raging Flame Lion. It was impossible for it to swallow the Raging Flame Lion directly. It was time to use the Beast Ecstasy. Qin Haodong threw a piece of meat with the Beast Ecstasy to the Raging Flame Lion. The Raging Flame Lion roared angrily and swallowed the meat without hesitation. A few minutes later, it fell to the ground with a plop and fell asleep.

insisted Claire, “we can fight them your way. If they were coming after you, you’d think of something. Just pretend it’s you out there and save yourself. That’s what you’re good at.” You had to hand it to Claire, she may not have have been able do magic, but she could cast shame on you like a master-level sorcerer. I had actually thought of a possible way to deal with the lizardmen, even before Evil Edna had tried to bewitch me with her Legendary Glare of Guilt. The Book of Beasts had quite a large section on lizardmen. They were pack animals, always travelling in groups of at least five or six, and only attacking if they outnumbered their opponent. They were basically cowards. Or sensible,