Final Fantasy 11 Beastmaster Novels & Stories

Then the feral state crashed back down over him like a wave, and the moment was lost. He roared again—a sound of rage and confusion—and turned back toward Lysander, but his movements were different now. Less coordinated. More erratic. He was fighting himself, fighting the beast, fighting the part of him that wanted to keep killing. "No!" Lysander shouted. He raised his hand, and dark magic began to crackle around his fingers. "Compulsion. Bind him. Make him attack the guards!" The magic hit Kael hard, and his roar became something else entirely—a sound of agony and defiance mixed together.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

the announcer says, and he approaches the glowing male that Fiadh likes. "Captain Terrax will be fighting a Latroot...Commander Saz will be fighting a Mangog...Commander Fornis will be fighting a Bunte...Captian Net will be fighting a Zobilo...Captain Cailan will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says as he continues down the line, and I watch as each Champion gets their beast. Each one looks confident and even pleased when they receive their beast. Suddenly, Krystal snorts in an amused way, and I look at her.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

His fingers tapped the side of his chair. The bond between the Fenrir’s Fang Pack and the Dreadborn Courts had been forged in old blood. A price for their past sins. Every season, the Dreadborn came for girls of age to serve the Beast as sex slaves. One of the generals, Rhazien, stepped forward, his armor dulled by dried blood. His sharp eyes passed as he began walking down the line of girls like he was selecting meat for slaughter. One of the girls clutched her chain like it held her life, causing another girl’s knee to buckle as she stumbled forward.

Appearing before Lavana, although invisible to the enraged beast. “What sort of creature is this?” she was forced to ask her battle assistant. “That is a demon lion and a conscious beast,” “Conscious beast?” Lavana asked in befuddlement as she used her tails to throw the creature backwards by a few meters. It was really heavy, she had to admit. Cephina continued her explanation, “Conscious beasts are very challenging to tame and even harder to kill. I think it’s as strong as a low-ranked sorcerer now that it’s shown its ultimate form,”

It was something that he would not have even dreamed of because it was too absurd. Master Forrest's lips twitched. "This has to be an illusion, yes! What alchemist is this formidable? Isn't this guy just at the innate level? How could an innate level warrior torture a spring solidifying realm beast to death?!"

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.