Divine Beasts Ranked Novels & Stories

I could feel their whispers like daggers at my back, their murmurs turning into a dull roar. "She’s insane." "She’ll die before the week’s out." "A mere omega with the beast king? What is she thinking?" Amira’s violet eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting as if she couldn’t form the words to express her horror. Max, standing beside her, looked at me like I’d grown a second head. The once-confident sneer he wore now faltered, replaced by confusion. Even the Lycan king himself paused. Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.

There, beyond the thicket, are the evil witches’ enchanted flying horses. They hover among the ancient pines, their wings folded close, their coats shimmering with an unearthly light. Each horse glows faintly—silver-blue, rose-gold, smoky gray, and deep obsidian—like pieces of the night sky given animal form. Their eyes gleam with magic, and my heart races with caution. These aren’t ordinary horses. They are creatures of darkness, bred and bound to witches. I expect them to be fierce and dangerous. I glance at Roxy. Her gaze is steady but curious. “Stay close,” I murmur.

It said the beasts were guardians of the celestial realms and represented one of the five elements; wood, fire, earth, metal, and water. Each of these beasts had a human counterpart who were called gods and goddesses of the realm. But they lost their divine status if they committed a crime and were cast down to the human realm. Such former gods are stripped of their immortal status as well and have a limited time to exist on earth before their spirit vanishes forever. Never to be reborn again. There was a list of the type of gods that are found in the realm and their beasts. The goddess of fire was a phoenix but no name was written. The god of war was a dragon prince, the son of the overall

“Well whatever it was, we’re gonna need more of it if those bastards come back.” Brad stared at me like I’d grown wings. “You raised a wolf from the dead.” “I wouldn’t go that far,” I said. “I just… kept him from slipping too far.” “No offense,” Brad said slowly, “but that sounds like magic. Like real magic. Not curses or shifting or whispers of the Moon Goddess. That’s divine shit.” Wallace grunted. “Yeah. And I’d like to avoid relying on divine miracles as a battle plan.” I nodded. “Me too.”

The sound of bones snapping echoes all around the forest. "Nemesis!" I scream. "Stop." He freezes but does not immediately release Ty. When he eventually does, the latter falls on his aŕśe, crawling away from him with great effort. Standing above the lesser male, the beast is a perfect picture of divine judgment. A massive black shadow with glossy furs and claws that reflect the moonlight. He finally turns in my direction. His expression is murderous as they move from me to Caleb. "Miss Hart," the Gamma says. "We need... to get out of here."

With the blessing from the kings they all start to shift. **** Species :- Beasts :- Beasts are the most strong species in the supernatural world. Beasts can do shape shifting. Their beast forms are more powerfull then their human form. They are usually above the height of 8-9 feet. Sometimes more then 9 feet depending on their ranks. They live In a pack.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

the territories.” Lyra turned slightly to look at him. “How many?” “Seven.” The number lingered in the air. Lyra crossed her arms slowly, the mark on her wrist glowing softly against the darkness of her sleeve. “Seven leaders who believe my bloodline should not exist.” Kael stepped closer, the faint moonlight catching the sharp lines of his expression. “It is not just belief. It is tradition.” Lyra’s lips tightened faintly. “Tradition built on fear.” Kael did not argue. His silence confirmed it. Lyra looked down at the ancient symbol carved into the shrine floor again. “You said the Sovereigns balanced the bond between beasts and wolves. That does not sound like something the council should

He’s only explaining, like a teacher walking a student through hard truth. “But,” he adds, “some Creatures in the hierarchy feel more powerful than others. That’s when conflict brews. Power struggles. Chaos follows.” He speaks like someone who's seen it all. Someone who’s led. Fought. Lost. I look at him. Really look. His golden eyes hold something ancient. His jet black hair gleams under the soft light. His beard is trimmed just right, framing a jaw that could cut stone. As a human, he’s got to be 6’2. As a wolf? Easily over seven.

He got up from the sofa and took a few steps forward towards Angel, and Angel withdrew two steps backward. "Her parents are dead, isn't that enough to pay for their sin? Why should we spill innocent blood just because of her parents' crime? I love my people, but I don't want to bloody my hands with the wrong person's blood." Angel shouted. "You are an alpha! You were supposed to walk in the footsteps of your father and the other leader before him! How could you allow a human girl to ruin this for you? You threw away everything! The trust of your people, the throne, and your father's legacies because of a mere human being. You are no Alpha, nor are you a leader! You're just a dog!" Mr. Willi