Beastars Voss Novels & Stories

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

Ana whispered as the beast stopped growling and just looked at her with its gold eyes with anger. “My name is Asteria, not beast, you wench!” The beast in front of her said, it grew brighter as it growled louder. Anastacia and Asteria screamed in chorus as a painful surge of energy went through Anastacia and she curled to a ball and screamed louder and louder until she convulsed and Asteria did the same. They mirrored each other as their growls and creams echoed in Anastacia’s ears while she kept her eyes closed in pain. “Nurse! Hurry!” The doctor said as Anastacia finally opened her eyes.

In other words, the Beast Controller Plate was equivalent to magic storage that could hold living things. At the thought of that, Caspian quickly unlocked the Beast Controller Plate, and just as he expected, there was also a third-rank wild beast in the shape of a deer. However, unlike the Azure Moon Silver Wolf, the deer-shaped monster had dull eyes. After being released by Caspian, it stood there motionless. If it did not blink and breathe occasionally, Caspian would have suspected that it was a sculpture.

(Beast—referring to Yvrozz. Zenah sigh as she immediately understood what he meant. He look at Yvrozz who's arms were possessively wrapped around her waist while he was glaring at Lucas. Zenah could see that if he were a beast, he would be growling while looking at Lucas. She pat his head, "Chill, chill, don't bite, okay?" She said, treating him like a beast, helping to calm down while Lucas was turned to red, trying to surpass himself, stopping not to laugh about what Zenah said.

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

“I never thought I’d see you cash that chip.” “You knew it would come due,” she replied coolly. His gaze slid to Cerebus — who stared back with all three heads, unblinking. Several soldiers stiffened, hands twitching toward weapons. “Relax,” Voss said, stepping between them. “He’s not cargo. He’s an ally.” Gamma growled. Alpha rumbled. Beta tilted his head, amused by the tension. Drax smirked. “If you say so. But your… ally sleeps on the forward deck. My crew spooks easy.”

Curse me and my nice personality. I look back, and he’s let the beast go, thinking I’ve run away. The beast turns around to look at Victor with so much anger on his face. He looks ready to kill Victor, but Victor looks ready to fight the beast. I’ve seen him fight those rogue vampires; he’s pretty skilled at all that, but is he skilled at fighting a Minotaur? I’m not sure. The beast looks away from Victor and then looks straight at me. Victor looks back to see what the beast is looking at, and then the next thing I know, Victor is flying sideways and crashing into the shelves.

Taller than the other two moving with an operative efficiency of Dray or the two wolves beside me. He stopped in the middle of the path and looked at me. His eyes were not wrong-colored. They were pale,nearly colorless in the pre-dawn light. Forty years old,he was lean and had dark hair going grey at the sides. The wear of sustained conflict in his face. "Nerissa Ashwood," he said. His voice was exactly what I had expected. "Caden Voss," I said. He turned his head slightly. "You know my name," he said.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

" He asked. "No I'm not a hunter," I gritted the words out. I would never be a hunter. A smile formed on his face. "I'm Jack by the way," he said sticking his hand out. "Eleanora." I took his hand. He placed a kiss on the back of my hand while keeping his eyes locked on mine."Well, Eleanora, the evening was a bore until my eyes landed on you." I smiled awkwardly at him and dropped my hand subtly. "So have you seen a level twenty beast?" He asked and I shook my head. I didn't even know what a level one supernatural was.