Bête Novels & Stories

“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.”

Kat said, her eyes on her laptop. “I see, only you can be rude, but other people can’t. Is that it?” Evan quipped. He quickly regretted it when he saw her face. “I am only rude to people who are rude to me. Do you think that I like being known as The Beast to my staff and students?” Kat couldn’t contain her anger. “No, of course not! So, please, shut up and stop yelling at your screen.” Kat looked away from him and quickly grabbed her things.

She sat on her buttocks on her heels and put her hands on her face to hide the red. "Oh la la... C'est la honte totale ! (# It's a total shame!") _ What is she saying?_ "I have no idea, buddy!" _ Mate is French! Mate speaks French! Why don't you speak French?_ "But I'm asking you again, Mister Wolf!" replied Black mockingly.

I repeated, feeling a shiver of fear run down my spine. "Yes," said Mr. James. "It's a powerful creature, with incredible strength and speed. But it also has a weakness." So I was wondering if Mr. James had a book of the beasts when every time I asked him for help, he always provides me with the monster's weaknesses just like in the incident when Jackson and I met a Chimera. "What weakness?" I asked eagerly. "Bait," he said simply. "Bait?" I repeated, feeling confused. "Yes," said Mr. James. "A Behemoth can be lured out of hiding with the right kind of bait. And once it's out in the open, it's vulnerable. You can capture it, contain it, and destroy it."

Besides, as more beasts were killed, the battlefield was going to become a foul smelling damp. “Three Middle Class Magical Beasts? How would he deal with them?” Frowning Tiger noticed that Samoa was surrounded by three Middle Class Magical Beasts. Samoa was a Thrasher, so he was strong enough to handle every Middle Class Magical Beast, and average High Class Magical Beasts. High Class Magical Beasts like the Giant Black Mamba were outside his capabilities.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

But so far, the Wolves can still face them even if they have to fight as hard as they can. No longer able to be patient, Matteo finally took to the middle of the battle to surprise the Wolves, having to face a strong *Sapphire like Matteo. However, the Wolves remained undaunted, they still stood tall in the middle of the battlefield ready to attack. Bats are not like Hyenas, who will run away even before the fight has started when faced with strong opponents. The pride that has taken root in the Bats makes them also bravely stand in the middle of the battlefield, even though a *Sapphire Wolf also descends.

Bonnie giggled as Becca told her about her first experience with the 'peen', as she puts it. "So we literally get to the room, he starts taking his clothes, I start taking mine off. Then I looked down and bam, I was traumatized!" Becca yelled as she grabs a block of cheese placing it in the trolley. "What do you mean?" Bonnie asked. Becca rolled her eyes and grabbed a bottle of water from the trolley and placed it in Bonnie's hand. "Feel that. Do you realize how thick this bottle is!? Imagine this whole thing going inside you." Becca shivered

Public domain In the 18th century, the former French province of Gévaudan was terrorised by the so-called La Bête du Gévaudan (The Beast of Gévaudan). The Beast was first spotted by a woman tending cattle in the forest near Langogne in June. Her bulls scared it off, but not long after it attacked and killed a 14-year-old girl. Over the ensuing months, sightings and attacks mounted. Those who had seen the Beast described a large wolf with unusual red fur streaked with black. And it was prolific. According to a 1980 study, there were 210 attacks in all, 113 of which were fatal.