Beastars Ship Novels & Stories

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

They were obviously lying and I had nothing to do with it. When I was contemplating on a way to sound them out, I heard a finger snapping before the fire was instantly accelerated around them. Their figures now were engulfed in the flame, and their screams became harsher. I was astonished to look at Mr. Drakos while he raised his brow and reminded coldly, both to me and to the wolves, “I have very little patience.” “It’s Beta Dean!” The wolf hastily blurted out, “Beta Dean told us to kill the slave girl Alpha Xavier bought from the auction, and he signaled us at the table.”

I screamed, pouring all my strength og preventing him from taking off my clothes. “Beast, you say?” Keeran growled. “I’ll show you exactly what the beast looked like,” he added, and smirked, and before I could even blink, he ripped my shorts off, leaving me with my panties on. "No! Please! No, I have a mate, please don't do this!" I begged, all my courage had suddenly vanished seeing he’s capable of ripping my clothes effortlessly, even if I protest. Keeran growled, pushing me into the bed. The hand they as clinging to the headboard has now on my clothes, trying desperately to hold onto them despite knowing it’ll be futile. I held my hands up, trying to stop him again. This made him even ang

Camera flashes erupted around me as students lifted their phones to record everything. “Stop!” I cried out, trying to cover myself. They didn’t stop. They laughed. They enjoyed it. Tears blurred my vision as cold air hit my exposed skin. Then Mara—Jessica’s second-in-command—picked up the largest torn piece of my dress, shook her head dramatically, and said: “Oops. Looks like it accidentally fell off.” Before I could react, hands grabbed me again. “Wait—no—please, I can’t—” They dragged me toward the pool.

I swallowed hard and accepted it, then wrapped around my hands and my knees before stepping in beside him. My mind drifted to Knox, and I bit down on my lips hard, guilt threatening to cripple me. I turned to Eros, who was pushing his hair back, tying it into a tight bun, before wrapping a headband around his forehead. He looked the same. Quiet, almost like he didn't want to engage. "Alright. We are doing the Kimura today. Alphas, I am going to label you. A and B. Remember, leverage, synchronise, locks, and trust. This isn't a real spar. Take care of your partner."

They were both grasping for explanations to comfort themselves. What Adrian didn't know was that the damaged ship he had dismantled had been sprinkled with beast-attracting powder. This was why so many beasts were attacking tonight. Inside the cave, the remnants of the ship further enhanced its allure to the sea beasts, causing both families to suffer this undeserved disaster. Five level-one spirit beasts charged ferociously at the Starks and Riggs in the houses. The scent of blood excited the sea beasts further. These five beasts were formidable opponents: two resembling jellyfish, two resembling sea turtles, and one looked like a menacing crab.

“Uh... Then, the workers of the Astra Pavilion are thankful for all of your valuable items. It surprises us and we promise to be careful with it. I promise that you'll enjoy your stay in the private room. ” Hector and Soheila smiled. “Thank you, too. We would surely enjoy.” Soheila could feel the sincerity of the shop attendant. “Oh, the spirit beasts won't attack anyone since I had tamed them already.” Hector reminded again since he could see the fear in the Shop attendant's eyes every time he looked at the spirit beasts behind them. The spirit beasts are the Blue Venomous Snake, Third-Eyed Grey Bear, and Cursed Gorilla. They are rare and Hector coincidentally encountered them in the forest

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

Then the voice of Oscorb could be heard from the telecom on the beast ear . "The cops are heading there now cos of the gunshots you need to leave now." "Retreat!" The beast roared removing the bullets stuck at his skull , they weren't able to penetrate. The beast and its army backed off running from the scene with full speed. "Are we going after them?" Peace asked. "No. We got some thing more important to carry out." Sharon said walking to Maggie. She squat beside her and stretch forth her hand. "Hope you are okay sis." Sharon asked.

As they neared the end Mark caught sight of a boat in the water, unlike any he'd seen before. He could see it was a double-hulled Catamaran, but it wasn't a sailboat. It was like two speedboats welded together then given to Ferrari to turn into something fast and cool. A large cabin sat astride the two hulls with angled windows, topped by a small seating area upstairs, and the entire ship was coated in a kind of metallic charcoal colour. It looked fast, predatory and dangerous. "This is the Betsy," Captain Wales announced and Mark chuckled. "Something funny, lad?"