Fantastic Beasts Kowalski Novels & Stories

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

I asked, trying to catch my breath. “It's the beast, Kellerwolf himself, he's here.” Gina said, her sweat rolling down her jaw. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I heard the sounds from outside. Wait… the beast was here? Does that mean Krazy was here and they were both at war in the castle? Without hesitating, I walked over to the door. Moved the curtains aside then I opened the door slightly, before poking my head out to see what was happening outside. I could see Krazy in his wolf form, and another wolf that looks more like a monster than a wolf. It fucking has two heads!

When the tent flaps opened and the Ravenclaw Cerberus peered inside, it's giant maws huffing as he located her, Caroline knew it was time, and she summoned him in. As the beasts full body passed through the entrance, there he was, draped carefully over the muscled back, and finally, the High priestess allowed herself to cry, as she gazed upon the body of her mate. Other witches who knew John from The Academy rushed to the Beta wolf's side, using their magic to lift him gently off the beast and onto a spare bed in the corner.

Eventually, however, they were finally able to trap the holy fox within the hole it was currently in. Finally getting some results, Welson was now extremely excited. Gerald himself nervously said, “Don’t allow the beast to escape again! From what I’ve read in the Book of Beasts, not only is the holy fox extremely fast, but though its body is completely white, it’s an expert at concealing itself as well! However, the most worrying thing is the fact that it’s capable of quickly seeing through plans and routines. Once that happens, it’ll easily find a way to escape! The book specifically states that its IQ is even higher than most human geniuses!”

Cassandra swiped around to scowl at the bird. "What are you talking about?" "The Czar is a hopeless fool," the owl went on. "But he's a hopeless fool with magic and a heart filled with greed. He wants to offer his daughter to Koschei the Deathless, so that he, too, can rule the World Beyond and the human world. I know I don't say this often, but I am relieved to have found you for her." "Well, she saved me last night, so we are pretty much even." Cassandra shrugged. But the owl beat her wings and flew over to perch on a rock nearby and looked down at her with those wild yellow eyes.

There was something so savage about the whole kiss, something that made her think of wild, dangerous creatures. Jamie closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the hunger of the kiss. Immediately an image slashed into her brain, a drawing from the ancient book she'd been reading. The sketch was of a wolf, magnificent in its thick black pelt. But the face of the wolf made her think of Miko Volta's face and the stunning impact jolted her out of the kiss. "My god!" Jamie pulled her mouth away but Mike still held her head in his grasp. "What?" His voice sounded almost like a growl.

My stomach tightened with anxiety. Elijah sat in his chair, his face like stone. Behind him, his right-hand man stared at me as the smell of herbs wafted through the air. In my time in the pack, I’d learned that Tobias, the pack mystic, had witch blood, which allowed him to use magic. He was like me, though I hadn’t revealed that knowledge, even to Caleb. I was embarrassed I couldn’t cast a simple spell, and meanwhile, Tobias was using herbs to induce psychic visions.

I take one more proud look at my warriors, especially the ones who have rejoined us from being under the coven’s spell, then turn toward Golden Elm’s pack, waiting at the edge of the clearing. Roxy stands beside a sleek painted mare with white socks and a silver-streaked mane. Her father, Jacob, Alpha of Golden Elm, helps adjust her stirrup while her mother stands nearby with misty eyes, tucking a lock of hair behind Roxy’s ear like she’s done it a thousand times. I’m thankful for the horses since Roxy and I are still recovering from being attacked by the witches. When Roxy sees me, she breaks into a small smile, soft and private. It’s the kind of smile that makes the weight in my chest ease

His voice was a low, dangerous growl. I could only open my trembling hand. He took the pouch, his movements lethally controlled, and loosened the drawstring. He tipped the contents onto his own palm. It was a tuning fork. But it was crafted from a dark, polished bone that seemed to absorb the light. Etched into its base was a symbol that made my stomach clench—a stylized wolf, its form dissolving into a chaotic spiral of broken lines. Kaelen’s breath caught. The fury that radiated from him was a physical force, but it was the flicker of something else in his eyes—a dawning, horrified understanding—that truly terrified me.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"