Novel & Cerita Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

I lead us outside to the bikes instead of taking her to the infirmary when the meeting's over. "I can't ride like this, King," she says. She's returned to her human form and is using both hands to keep her shirt together. I lift my arms, pull my shirt over my head, and hand it to her in one move. The once-over she gives my chest leaves Beast purring in contentment, the traitor. I discovered in the meeting that Beast hasn't just accepted her as mate, he's ready to kill anyone who stands in his way. I need to refrain from thoughts of Marinah as mate until her beast is ready and Beast won't be helping. Neither did the kiss, which is something else I choose not to think of for the time being.

I slowed, unable to help myself. Images of beastmen through the ages covered every surface, massive lions standing beside humans, wolf-like shapeshifters, hawk beastmen soaring over battlefields. Pride. Unity. Power. “These are your ancestors?” I asked softly. Xaden nodded. “All beastmen. Before the kingdoms divided us.” He kept walking. Then he stopped. In front of a final mural. This one was different. It was the Tiger King. I stiffened. “That’s—” “Yes.” Xaden stepped closer, his voice low. “Him.”

Kael stopped too, turning to face her fully. “In my world,” he said quietly, “something usually is.” The honesty in his tone unsettled her more than any warning could have. Before she could respond, the forest ahead opened into a wide clearing. And Elara forgot how to breathe. The Beast Pack’s territory wasn’t a cluster of simple cabins like Moonridge. Massive wooden lodges stood among the trees, built from thick timber and stone, their structures blending into the landscape instead of trying to control it. Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves moved everywhere some in human form, others shifting between shapes as they worked, trained, or guarded the perimeter.

She belongs here, as queen of the Emerald Coast. As my mate. And if the old world couldn’t imagine a time where dragons and wolves ruled side by side—then the old ways will change. We’re building something new, stronger, and ours.

Sometimes I hope I didn’t have these extraordinary abilities but then whenever I find a new one, it is like- it feels like I found a part of me and I feel more and more complete. “Are you ready?” I hear my mate growl. He has also shifted, his beast is all golden and proud. He is the tallest one on the Island and possibly the strongest too, well besides me. His strong jaw is all proud and his chest is heaving with the challenge. His thick mane is shining under the light of the moon-goddess. Standing on his large paws and strong legs, he justifies his position, he is truly a King. Also, Handsome bastard, even his beast is irresistible. My beast prowls around for a second before nodding, giving

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

She had underestimated what she was capable of doing and had overestimated her enemies. Humans had never been stronger than beasts, and they would never be. Beastmen were a perfect mix of humans and beasts. They inherited the agility, reflexes, tenacity, and superior strength of beasts while retaining the greatest talent that humans had – their intelligence. It didn’t matter who it was. As long as that person was a human, he or she could never match up to taking on a beast without any tools. This was why humans hunted with weapons like guns, spears, bows and arrows, and machetes. Even after years of rigorous training – and even in places where hunting and living on the edge was part of their

"The Alpha of the North was a fool to reject such a beautiful thing. But don't worry, little girl. The **Beast of the South** has a much finer cage waiting for you." He snapped his fingers, and from the shadows, twelve massive, black wolves emerged, their eyes locked on me. Rowan tried to stand, but he collapsed, his body spent. "She is mine," Rowan growled, his voice half-human. "She belongs to the strongest, little wolf," the silver-haired man said, walking toward me. "And you... you look like you’re about to die." Rowan is too weak to fight, and a new, more dangerous "Beast" from the South has arrived to claim Kaima. The Alpha of the North rejected her, but the monsters of the wasteland a

I'll come over with uncle. *call ended*... Meanwhile in the witches castle Location: Acacia... In a dark room, a white light suddenly illuminated from the drawings on the floor showing a young beautiful woman with long white hair. She suddenly opened her eyes which were also white. She's awakened... [1] beastman hybrid are born by the coming together of a mage and beastman. They are beastmen who have the ability to cast only low tier spells but they have a very tough body and extraordinary strength.

"Choose your mates.Whoever births an heir first,her husband will become the Beast King." The moment I opened my eyes,the Grand Druid's voice echoed in my ears. I felt a wave of dizziness,staring in shock at the crowd of beastmen flexing their muscles and oozing feral charm. I had been reborn.I was back on the day my sister and I had to choose our mates. In my past life,Chloe was obsessed with status.The second she heard the merfolk had sent their prince,she threw herself at him.