Five Tail Beast Novels & Stories

"Lot 005. Ladies and gentlemen." "Showing here." With a flash of light pouring on the stage, the audience saw a small cage. There was a little girl squatting on the floor. She was completely naked. Tears dried on her dirty face. Her hair was shining with scraps of light and her lips were red like blossoming cherry. Every piece of her skin was breath-taking. "Ooohoo!" Someone whistled with wicked smiles and uncovered lusts. "A perfect sex slave. Blood type AB- negative." The auctioneer seemed to be satisfied with their reaction. He raised up his jaw and looked around. Everyone's attention was caught by the beautiful little creature on the stage.

It had been a few minutes and the beast was nowhere to be found. A tree fell and I snapped my head in that direction, it was the one that the last two girls were tied to. The moon came out from behind the clouds and at the corner of my eyes was the beast. Before it disappeared, I realised to my horror that it looked somewhat like a wolf, but with long shaggy hair and a huge head. A half wolf-half abomination. I didn't realise I was screaming when a growl sounded from behind me and before I could turn, I was snatched from the tree. A sharp pain ran through my body. I was being carried in the mouth of the beast, and its teeth pierced through my skin. It was running so fast that i felt dizzy, a

“Wait... take a look at this.” I withdrew my eyes from her face and looked at the book in her hands. She was on a page that had information about the four celestial beasts. The dragon, phoenix, tiger, and turtle. It said the beasts were guardians of the celestial realms and represented one of the five elements; wood, fire, earth, metal, and water.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

“No.” Her voice was flat, emotionless, but it sent a chill down my spine. “Okay,” I said, raising my hands slightly. “I was just asking—” “You’re the tenth,” she said abruptly, cutting me off. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “You’re the tenth,” she repeated, her gaze unwavering. “The tenth girl he’s chosen.” I stared at her, unsure of what to say. “And soon enough,” she continued, her tone dropping to something almost sinister, “you’ll be dead like the others. I don't need to create small talk with people wjo are already dead.”

She exhibited dominance. But not enough to intimidate me as before. At least I knew who controlled the strings now. “Remember this is your last chance to be among the Five. So, give in your very best,” she advised. “Yes, Lady Lydia,” We all chorused, together. Making our formation, my eyes searched the best place to position in. I knew getting his attention meant, doing something different. Since we were all humans, distinct things captivated us. We were also told the rules. All I needed to do was to get the beast to throw his piece of cloth towards me.

With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millions of arthropods . " Its a deviuture alright !" hissed Ron through gritted teeth " The deviuture who resides in the court of Tenebris , one of the most horrible demon beasts , its body is hundred times tougher than that of tortortantula ! Each pieces of its tail contains lethal poison -"

Kael stopped too, turning to face her fully. “In my world,” he said quietly, “something usually is.” The honesty in his tone unsettled her more than any warning could have. Before she could respond, the forest ahead opened into a wide clearing. And Elara forgot how to breathe. The Beast Pack’s territory wasn’t a cluster of simple cabins like Moonridge. Massive wooden lodges stood among the trees, built from thick timber and stone, their structures blending into the landscape instead of trying to control it. Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves moved everywhere some in human form, others shifting between shapes as they worked, trained, or guarded the perimeter.

Its eyes, vacant and soulless, bore into Marisol, sending shivers down her spine. The beast's breath, heavy with the stench of decay, hung in the air, creating an oppressive atmosphere that threatened to crush her. The symphony of growls reached a deafening crescendo, drowning out any rational thought. It felt as though the nightmare itself had taken a physical form, manifesting in this grotesque creature.

Most of their mounts were running as fast as possible but the beast still closed half of the 500m gap in a matter of seconds. They noticed the beast was 6 feet tall and had an extremely archaic appearance. The beast's face resembles that of a malevolent dragon having a giant antler-crown on top of his forehead. The long and curly icy-blue whiskers on his pitch-black skin in contrast with his sharp blue eyes made the beast look like a guardian hound of forbidden gates of hell. Over his pitch black skin, his whole body was warped in dense silky furs, radiating a vibrant yet condensed textures of violet and azure. His sharp talons dug deep leaving huge imprints on the ground below as he ran, te