Novel & Cerita Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off

One of the forsaken tears viciously at my leg. I lash out with my other foot, connecting with its skull, and in the chaos, I force the shift again. Pain floods me, but instinct takes over. Just as the beast lunges at my torso, my hand closes around a rock. I smash it against its head, once, twice, again and again, until bone caves under the relentless blows. Blood sprays across my face, hot and nauseating. The forsaken collapses, twitching before it finally falls still.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

Duke is no slouch nor is he small but we feel dwarfed by these things. The beast flings me to the ground and stands over me with wide open jaws, ready to execute its kill shot when Duke spots his vulnerability. Quickly his claws come up, slicing through the soft flesh under its neck where no horns have formed. The beast begins to bay, backing away from Duke. Duke clambers to all four feet and charges the injured beast, sliding on his paws, and coming up under the thing. His teeth sink into the grey flesh and with one shake of his head, rips the throat out and the beast tumbles to the floor.

Plus, Lamia was standing there too, in case they still didn’t have a clue, her Wolf would send out waves of pulses that would instantly make their animals bow and recognize her authority. I caught a lucky slice. My claws swiped through the thick fur of the beast, opening his neck. Blood poured from the open wound soaking the rich brown fur. The growl that came from the beast was deep like the rumble and shudder of thunder before lightning cracks. Silver eyes meet red ones. I’m not fast enough, I angered the beast with my lucky shot. Claws dig into my cat forms neck. The pressure choking me and the bear's claws puncturing through my fur. My paws flail, desperately trying to grip onto him and

Seeing them still frozen in place, I thought maybe it didn’t suit their taste, so I held out the half-cooked piece in my hand. "Want it cooked instead?" The three of them flinched violently. "N-No…" Zephyr Noct, the blind priest, suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice dry. "You are the noble Alpha Female. This prey is your trophy. By the rules, we must wait until you have finished eating completely before we are allowed to take what remains." I frowned. "What kind of bullshit rule is that?" Without hesitation, I tossed the meat straight into their arms. They scrambled to catch it, then froze again, unsure what to do.

“Just like the good dog you are.” One by one, those long thick fingers curl into fists at his sides. His only outward sign that he’s fighting to control the beast within. Doing everything he can not to make my death quick, by ripping me to shreds in seconds. Defiance straightens his spine, as he stays where he’s been. Booted feet driving into the Persian rug under them. My lip twitches, just thinking of the filth he’s carried in with those well-worn soles. Those mangy animals and their love for nature.

Chase let out a low chuckle while shaking his head. Without hesitation, he stepped forward toward the incoming beasts, his expression eerily calm. The 16 Ghost Boar monarchs howled in unison, shaking the forest with their deafening cries. Chase ignored their roars, his figure blurring as he suddenly dashed straight toward the closest boar. His fist slammed into the beast's armored hide, the force of impact so immense that the boar's skull caved inward! The beast wailed in agony, its head collapsing under the pressure. Before it could even react, Chase spun around, delivering a brutal kick to its stomach.

Beatrice pulled hard, dragging her friend towards her as the figure came at them with its vicious talons. Claire drove the boat hook hard into its abdomen, driving it back as she put her full weight behind the assault. The creature slipped over, grabbed at the pole to stay upright but succeeded only in yanking it from Claire’s grasp. “Dammit,” she yelled in frustration. The creature leapt, arms extended, claws slashing. Claire did her best to avoid the onslaught, lifting her hands to fend off the blows. She brought up a foot and caught the beast in the knee. The sound of snapping twigs followed, before the creature went down, howling in pain and anger.

He must think I’m stupid, or worse; he already knows I’m dumb. When Beast doesn’t say a word, the atmosphere gets genuinely awkward. I step over rocks and branches, hyperaware of the mute man following me. Pretend I didn’t expect an answer from the mute is the only thing on my mind. I keep on walking. I’m wearing my shoes from home while Beast is walking barefoot. He got his jacket, though, and while his gray sweatpants look like they belong on a girl, they do their job to hide his junk. I wonder who gave him those pants?

Clar waited for a long time. Still no response. She slowly raised her hand… and gently tapped the dazed tiger head. “Ben.” Ben was deep in thought. Suddenly—his head was hit. His first reaction? Who dares touch my head? He looked up Saw it was his mate. …Alright. That’s fine. Seeing the slight anger on her face, he immediately lowered his voice. “Sorry, Clar… I got too absorbed in thinking.” “Mm. This is Beast King City.”