Novel & Cerita Cat Beastars

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

The beast prince bared his fangs. Let the game begin.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

spewed from my lips. Following us inside the clubhouse, the man I had nicknamed Beast, laughed. "Oh, how sweet! Kitty has claws!" From over Rook's shoulder, I glared at the Beast, and snarled, "Damn straight she does, and given the chance, I'll fuck u ~SATAN~

There are a lot of hunters waiting to hunt him, it would also harm your life, so keep him and yourself safe. [Ok grandpa] Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. (you don't have to worry about keeping my identity safe, I can alter my appearance to a certain level. Open up the beast, stat to check my stats. The system told me to remind you about this.) I shouted immediately. (Open beast stats!) _________________________________________ Beast stats (1) Name: Oreo Species: Black sabre-toothed tiger Tier: Beta (2) level: 30

That was a problem they would inevitably face next. Kate's charming face grew serious, and she explained, “According to Grandpa, it's divided into three parts—mechanisms, beast trials, and human trials!” Mechanisms were easy to understand. Andrius had seen and experienced many over the years. However, what were beast and human trials? Then, he asked, “Tell me about the beast and human trials.” Kate nodded and began to explain, “The beast trial is actually a rare spirit turtle raised by the Turtle Sage called Baser. According to legends, Baser has been alive for thousands of years and possesses formidable strength far beyond ordinary beings.”

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.]

I stepped beside my parents, putting my arms around their waists so they knew I was right there with them. Slowly, the dark, glowing emerald light began to flare in Lukas's eyes. My mother gasped, clutching my arm tight. "Katlyn... his eyes..." Before my dad could say a word, Lukas leaned his head back. A sharp, crackling sound filled the quiet room as his shoulders broadened, his muscles expanding under his shirt. Thick, dark, beautiful fur rapidly grew across his skin, his teeth extending into sharp, deadly fangs as his broad frame shifted into his massive, magnificent half-beast Alpha form.

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.

"There you are wrong. She is a tamer of beasts and I haven't seen one in hundreds of years. Your cat should react and feel soothed when she is near. Centuries ago, beastkind destroyed any they discovered. It's rumored they can bring a feral beast back from the brink of insanity." It had to be the alcohol. My mind was sorting through his words but making no sense of them. I remembered meeting Cecily and my cat instantly attaching itself to her. I loved the simple sound of her voice even when she complained. She made me laugh. The Moor was right - Cecily soothed my beast. Holy shit.