Dazai Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said smirkingly. "ROARRRRR!" he charged at them. Damian charged at the beasts in lightning speed, colliding hard with one of the beasts' stomachs with a pointed elbow. The force sent the beast flying backwards, and it smashed hard against a mud hut, making a huge hole in the building. The other beast pounced on Damian, coming at him in full speed with its claws fully extended and its mouth wide open, hoping to chop off Damian's head with a bite. But Damian let himself fall halfway to the ground and, using the beast's force and momentum against it, he catapulted it up into the sky with his legs.

For once, he did not have a smart remark. But it was Darius who captured my attention. His emerald eyes caught me from across the commotion, flashing with intensity. His blade dripped with inky blackness as he dodged another tendril of darkness. "Kyara!" he yelled, his voice slashing through the roar of the monstrosity. "Do not let it speak again!" Whatever it is—it lies." The beast chuckled in a deep, guttural tone that made my skin crawl. "Oh, but I don't need to lie," it muttered, its burning eyes drawn to Darius. "Shall we start with your little secret, boy?"

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

There are 8 passages and they were thinking which way goes to the southeast gate of the labyrinth. Few minutes later, they were taken aback when a swarm of danger beast appeared, surrounding them. I gulped as the red eyes of these danger beast glistened in the dark. The Black Thunders all moved into their defense and offense position. Akiza cast a barrier already to protect the whole group. She’s good in defense. Her barriers are hard to penetrate. She also has a Vine Magic secondary to her Barrier Magic, that is good for offense. The danger beasts are attacking them but they can’t break though Akiza’s barrier. They were repeatedly whipped by vines with long thorns as they attacked the group

“All power, no strategy. That’s why Elijah fell. And it’s why you will too.” Annabel wiped the blood from her mouth, smiling grimly. “You talk too much.” The rogue joined her, flanking Darius. Together, they moved in unison, testing his defenses. He was fast, almost inhumanly so, but Annabel caught the hint of strain in his movements. “You can’t keep this up,” she said. Darius’s smirk returned. “I don’t need to.” With a gesture, he summoned the beast. It charged, scattering the wolves around it. Annabel and the rogue barely avoided being crushed as it barreled toward them.

His senses as a Beast were heightened and it was dizzying, making it difficult to get his bearings. Yet, still he charged it, running like a mad man, his fur all bristling, his mouth agape, saliva drooling down his chin and chest. Tamsin knew, even if the Beast did not, that he was hopelessly mismatched. The Dain had killed every soldier his father King Oberon had set against it. Tore them apart like child’s playthings. Tamsin felt trapped inside himself, waiting for the pain. Waiting for inevitable death. He leapt upwards, claws hissing through the air as he crashed into the Dain. He tore at the monster, biting into the ragged strips of rotten flesh, crunching down on brittle bone. But the

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along. “I can accept anyone calling me that,” he continued. “But my mate… my future Luna… will call me by my name. Only my name.” He leaned toward my neck, lips brushing the skin lightly, making my breath shatter. “Or,” he whispered, “you can give me a daring name to claim me with.” “There is no difference between a beast and a monster,” I muttered. His grip tightened dangerously. “Do not provoke me.” Taking in a deep breath and at the same time desperate to break the moment, I blurted, “But a beast needs a real name. Like Knight has his. What’s yours?”