Romans & histoires Beasts Mc

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

"As for the beastman, that was my impulsiveness, I am a collector of unusual and interesting things. I can assure you that he is alive and has not been hurt too badly." "Too badly?" Beemo stepped forward and asked in a threatening tone. His single step sent cracks throughout the expensive marble floors. A glint appeared in Mula's eyes when he saw this, but he tactfully kept his calm, and his smile, "I ask for your forgiveness. We did not know the beastman was a member of the Falling Stardust. We were told he was found wandering the black plains. He was disobedient. So, we had to implement a bit of discipline."

She stood at the center of the hunters’ encampment, surrounded by shadowy figures, her heart pounding as her transformation inched closer to completion. The hunters had prepared well for this moment. Silver chains bound her wrists, sapping her strength, while intricate runes glowed faintly around the perimeter, designed to weaken werewolves and disrupt their abilities. The red moon overhead amplified their magic, casting long shadows that seemed alive. Jake stood nearby, his hybrid form fully revealed under the moon’s light. His monstrous figure looked even more grotesque now—his wolf-like features stretched unnaturally, his claws glinting like daggers in the crimson glow.

This bunch had also come to collect the beasts' bodies and also gain some experience along the way. "Finally, we are here! So what's the plan Jaydon?" "Mr. Vance, we simply go inside and start killing, but we better not get ahead of ourselves. These Caves are vast, so it easier to get lost. The monsters in those caves are Sacral Beasts and usually attack in packs, so be careful everyone." "Alright! Let's go then..." Vance came forward, he looked the most excited out of all, "Let's kill some bugs."

Steam boats hoot and trudge past through the black river all alight like little cities adrift. Halting at the farthest alley from his home, the mortician steps into the foetid darkness with one hand cupped over his nose and removes the child from his jacket, setting it inside a large garbage bin. He stepped back and watched dumbly as cold rain fell on its naked form while it howled red-gummed at the night and the stars and the gods that did not listen. The blanket fell away from its frail form, short legs pedalling in the air viciously, small hands beating at death knocking on its door.

No matter how much knowledge they had, there was no way they would know about those beasts. After all, those beasts had never appeared on Hestia Continent before. They lived in second-grade worlds, and not every second-grade world had them. They only existed in a few of those worlds. With those conditions in place, there was no way they could ever recognize those beasts. The caretakers let out a cold announcement after showing those beasts, "The hundred and seventh battle. The challenger is Lesley King! You have five minutes to choose one of these five beasts to fight you. After you finish choosing, everyone can place their bets in the betting area. I am sure all of you are clear with the ru

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

He hadn't encountered any real danger, which meant that many other contestants had gotten themselves killed. He wondered how many out of the 2,000 contestants would progress to the next round. The journey of a powerful martial artist was always one of blood and cruelty. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a fetid stench, one that shouldn't exist in this forest. When a demonic beast was killed, the Starmark would absorb its beast essence, and a skeleton would be everything that remained. Where would this pervasive odor come from when no blood and flesh existed? Even if a contestant was killed, not even their bones would remain, because demonic beasts found human corpses to be a delicacy they could

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