Deer Beastars Novelas e Histórias

Sarrtina finally understands what he is saying. "Yes, we must interact with the humans." It's easier said than done though. Interacting with humans is very hard especially for creatures who prey on them. Controlling their thirst around the humans and concealing their true identities is going to be a challenge but there's anyone who can master it, it's Soliaire, after all he is the first demon...... PART 2 I feel like Sleeping Beauty and not just because we have the same name, but because we were both cursed and our version of death is more or less the same.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

He answered. "So are we going to inform the council about the beast's abduction?" I asked with a raised brow. "No, the council made it clear. The beast is to be left unharmed as long as it doesn't find its bond or cross the damn river. Attacking it without reason could bring unwanted war between the Tasmanian devils and our own people. What we will do is go there and make sure we find out if Hera is alive or dead." He answered seriously then threw the papers on a small table beside him.

Black smoke slithered between tents like a sentient being watching and searching. On the far left side of the camp, she could see a large group of beasts gathering. Embertaurs with their shadowy bodies and yellow eyes made up about a third of the group, but the other were unlike any creature she’d seen before. Biped beasts with dark feathered wings and scaled heads with four eyes clicked their strange beaks. Creatures that had bodies similar to those of alligators but with long necks flicked forked tongues and swung their clubbed tails. Another with the head of a bull and body of a lion standing on two legs sprouted armored plates down its back. Wings, beaks, scales, horns, and fur flashed o

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

Another of their responsibilities was to study their mating and reproduction systems so they can breed a constant supply of the energy beasts that are useful to them. The department was also in charge of finding out which of the energy beast could be used as food. Powerful energy beast packed with concentrated and pure mana inside of their flesh was the new delicacy of the falling stardust. No one was interested in eating the Copper Realm Black Beak Dove or Dank Buffalo anymore. Once they got a taste for the most powerful energy beast those weaker energy beasts lost their flavor. The department's final and most important responsibility was to train the more powerful energy beast how to fight

Whenever the little critters were exhausted and wanted to retreat, she would herd them back. Adrian was concerned that staying with them might make them too tame and cause them to lose their wildness. In battles against strong enemies, wild dark beasts were far more formidable than tamed ones, which was why Eloise took such measures. Under intense training, the Invisibees made rapid progress. Toughy evolved into a level-three dark beast. Cheery, though still a level two, was much craftier, making her combat abilities impressive as well. When hungry, they ate celestial herbs from the Exile Realm. When thirsty, they drank from the spiritual springs brought from natural caverns. When sleepy, th

The grotesque creatures - werebies, a horrifying blend of werewolf and zombie - circulated the whole place. "No one is allowed to move," Dhruv announced in all his naked glory. "Iblis and Asmodeus would be carrying out an exercise called the plucking out exercise. If you're not willing to accept me as your new god, you're welcome to die at their hands. If you've already accepted me as your god, do not panic, the werebies are under my control so they won't attack unless I want them to."

“What kind of creatures?” Dorian replied, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reports. “Murkbeasts, primarily. They thrive in the dark and often hunt in packs. When fueled by resentment or fear, they become more aggressive. They’re drawn to individuals like you, Eliza, those who possess latent power. They’ll see you as both a target and a prize.” The uncertainty wrapped around my heart like a vice. “Latent power? I’ve only just begun to touch the surface of my abilities.”