Fantastic Beasts Occamy Novels & Stories

Emily said in her head to Beast “Nice to meet you Amy, I am Beast, my human name is Garrett” “Nice to be here finally” Amy said to Emily, she tried to stand up and Beast helped her up on her fours, she got it and stood tall, she was still not tall in her wolf form, Beast was way taller than her, she walked closer to him and sniffed him out “Mate” and Amy confirmed it to Emily. “You want to try walking around?” Beast asked “Sure” Amy replied in her head back at Beast and he led her to walk around the clearing.

Omar missed being able to touch his mother’s face. “I missed you too. Are you surprised to see me?” Amy giggled when Omar nodded his head, giving her an enormous smile through his tiny lips. She combed her fingers through her child’s curly brown afro. She buried her lips in her baby’s hair, and she could still smell the watermelon scent from his shampoo.

"My name is Rose." She laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "You learn fast. I like you." She finally released my face, straightening her skirts. "My name is Madame Marie. Head of the Establishment of Midnight." Her eyes raked over me. "The Crown Prince asked that I personally induct you into Midnight, and I can see why he has taken a liking to you. Pale skin and red hair." She reached out to touch a strand of my hair. "You are a rarity."

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Christopher Jamieson was a god among men for playing Time at 5:30 am! He was pounding on the treadmill but this time he wasn't wearing his hoodie, just a t-shirt and sweat pants. She caught her breath and her steps faltered. She had never in her life seen such a specimen of a man. His body was sheer perfection! His back formed the most perfect V down to a narrow waist and a round butt that begged to be pinched. His arms were wire tight with ropes of muscles. His short-sleeved shirt allowed her to see that Christopher Jamieson was a ginger! He was covered in freckles…tons and tons of brown freckles over his pale skin.

Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams. “Hey, I found this outside,” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Would you make sure it gets back to the owner, please?” I had to hurry this the hell up. My wolf clawed at my insides to find the omega and claim her as ours. My whole world narrowed down to getting to the omega before some other alpha beat me to it. “Of course.” She gave me a bright smile, fluffing up her brown hair. “Thanks.”

but I couldn't help but stare a little. Tion stood at the far end of the training yard, speaking to Garrick and two other wolves I didn’t recognize. His coat collar was turned up against the wind, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. The picture of an Alpha at ease… except with him, his ease was always coiled and watchful, ready to become something else... something much more dangerous in the blink of an eye. I hesitated on the steps, my heartbeat picking up for no particular reason I could name.

I guess this is the most humorous thing I have ever heard of. Ajay - irresistible!? With these scary owl-like eyes and the features of a skeleton? My! He really pulled a long farce today. "More than a jackpot." He responds bubbly like a teenager who just won the first soccer tournament. "Care to tell me what that is?" I implore with a vibrant sense of apathy in my pitch.

Chapter 49. She blinked. ‘What about “Toby”?’ He shook his head. First love… And suddenly it came to him. He typed in a name…was offered the hint again. He tried it again without the capital and he was in. ‘What was it?’ she asked. ‘It’s “harry”. All lower case.’ ‘Harry? Who’s Harry?’ ‘He was a puppy Dad bought him for his fifth birthday. A liver and white springer spaniel. Completely brainless, but it was love at first sight.’

Was he in the wrong class, the wrong school? He flipped pages fast, and suddenly a picture caught his eyes. He went back a few pages, and there was the profile. Jasmine Carter. His eyes glided to the picture, and he felt his blood pick up heat. Her dark eyes, the red hair...even through a picture it seemed to pierce him. Like arrows. He gave a small smile and leaned back, just as the bell went up for recess. He watched keenly as the students trooped out fast, each hurrying to just be free from class.