Carver O Beast Novels & Stories

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

I roll my eyes at Illianna as Cera takes a seat across from me. Tevin lays the garment bag he's carrying over the back of an empty chair and rushes over to me. "Oh my dear, you look devine." He says pulling me out of my seat and kissing both sides of my face. "You're looking pretty snazzy yourself. Must be the new beau I heard about from someone else." I tap his shoulder lightly. "Child, that male is a beast. Literally." We all laugh knowing that Tevin the fae has taken a shine to one of my father's shifters. They call him Beast. Beast is a bear shifter. He's a polar bear. One of only a few left.

The crimson eyes in the canyon didn't just blink; they seemed to ignite, casting a blood-red hue over the ash-grey snow of the Ever-Dark. A low growl reverberated through the ground, vibrating up my legs and shaking the marrow in my bones. From the depths of the abyss emerged a behemoth. It wasn't a wolf, nor a dragon. It was a Cerberus of the Void—a three-headed hound made entirely of compressed ash and obsidian bone, standing as tall as a watchtower.

Meaning that he won't have to carve the gems out of the beasts he kills. It would be strange if the gem that he didn't carve out of the beast, suddenly appeared in his hands, just like that. Still, he needs to pretend to be carving out the gemstone from the beast. "Oh man, I can't get stronger in this weak state of mine." Vic proclaimed. "I ... need.. to ...kill this ...Beast!!" Vic shouted and like a wind, he ran past Spiro, who had been at the front this whole while.

Cynthia, even though she saw the animal, still seemed surprised to learn it was a boar and not some great beast. Like a boar isn’t scary enough. “It was a pig?” she asks. “With tusks,” I say. “Big enough to gore someone.” “We’re lucky Miles is such a fine marksman,” Mr. Carver says. “I will be indebted to him forever that no one was harmed.” He stumbles over himself for a moment. “That is, except you, Ester. I don’t mean to--” “It’s fine, Mr. Carver,” I say. He’s too worked up to see clearly, I understand. “I’m simply relieved it didn’t happen to one of the guests.”

I roared, and the bloodied rogue launched the spear into the air at lightning speed, forcing me to jump to catch it before slamming it down into the glowing red bulb at the center of the titanium beast’s chest. The horrific animal threw the large triangle of its head back with a haunting bellow as boiling black goo sputtered from its slack jaw, melting through the spear which I shoved deeper into the thick wall of muscle. “Die, you bastard-” I sneered, looking the thing right in it’s glowing red eyes as they faded to black and it tethered, going limp as I jumped away to watch it crash heavily into the ground. “Georgina! My princess!” Alaric’s harrowing roar tore through the space as he crash

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

Apparently, he was busy with my parents, but his deathly stare never seemed to leave Carver. Even though I shuddered in horror, his deadly aura was intimidating. Several question marks popped over my head as I analyzed that duo keenly. “Uncle Desmond is merely a warrior wolf, and Carver is a lycan with connections with high-ups. Why is he scared of an old man?”

A voice growled behind us, I quickly went and hide behind the beast and what surprise me the most is that he was sheilding me from the other man that just arrived, and his body had gone tensed. I look up at the man,he was tall but still not taller than the beast, his face was scary enough,his eyes were pure red, that not something you see everyday though. He would have been handsome to me, if not for his crook nose and arrogant appearance, the beast growled and it was obviously directed at me. There we go again, I forgot he read thoughts at times. "Stubborn pet you're having huh?" The guy insisted. "She isn't a pet and mind you Jared if you don't keep your fucking eye whore off her, I have

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]