Five Tail Beast Novels & Stories

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?

The horse was going a bit fast and she didn’t know how to get it to slow down. The horse was taking her past the Triple K Garage and a loud pop came from the building. Then the animal reared back and stood on its hind legs. Brea screamed in terror as she hung on for dear life. The scream seemed to scare the horse further as it pawed the ground and then took off into a full run, across the field and toward the open prairie.

“In the river. And something bit him, I saw it, it was a snake, a big one. A taipan, I think.” I froze. My blood ran cold. “A taipan?” Cora's head jerked up. “Yeah,” she said grimly. “They sometimes invade the riverbanks during the heat season. We've had incidents before... not like this though.” Holy hell. A taipan. Most venomous snake in existence. Even a werewolf’s accelerated healing couldn’t keep up with the kind of neurotoxin this monster pumped into its prey. That venom didn't just bite, it shut you down. Muscles. Nerves. Breathing. Everything.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

“Yeah, everything. In fact, he is listening to our conversation right now.” “Wow, that was totally freaking awesome, dude! I haven’t read any online stories about the werewolf beast inside you that have their own mind. You’re truly one of a kind.” “Not just it, bro. The beast has more than one tail. Regular wolves just have one tail but when I shifted on my birthday, it grew three tails. Isn’t it that weird?” “You are really cursed, dude. We just hope it will not come to the point that the beast will have control over your body.”

Besides, as more beasts were killed, the battlefield was going to become a foul smelling damp. “Three Middle Class Magical Beasts? How would he deal with them?” Frowning Tiger noticed that Samoa was surrounded by three Middle Class Magical Beasts. Samoa was a Thrasher, so he was strong enough to handle every Middle Class Magical Beast, and average High Class Magical Beasts. High Class Magical Beasts like the Giant Black Mamba were outside his capabilities.

The scent of her hot, rushing veins called to the feral beast pacing beneath my skin. Because of the ancient curse my own mother had bound to my soul, I need constant blood to stay mentally stable and not lose control. “Suck me dry, sire,” Sandra whispered, a breathless purr. The beast won. I pushed the ugly one away, letting her stumble as I reached down and violently hoisted Sandra off the floor. In a fluid, lightning-fast blur, I wrapped my hand securely around the back of her head, bared my fangs, and shoved them deep into her throat.

Other than Arne, even those who did not want to admit that fact had been forced to. Even the disciples of the Deer Pavilion behind Arne had slowly accepted the truth. Time flashed by, and the stage was quickly cleaned up. Fane steadily walked up the stage again. This time, the crowd was exceptionally quiet. Everyone was already looking at Fane with a different expression. The caretaker took out another black scroll. After opening the scroll, five new beast images were shot into the air. Fane looked up at those beasts in detail. Fane was thankful that he recognized two out of the five beasts this time. The first was a coral drake that was on the rightmost end, while the nine-tailed scarlet fo

Nothing came out. She gasped. “Oh my moons, you did.” “Vivia!” “You kissed Ares?” “…yes.” “I knew it. Moody brooding types always fall first.” She leaned forward. “Finn?” “…yes.” “Aaaaand the golden retriever strikes again. Gunner?” “…yes.” “Oh my goddess.” She clutched her chest dramatically. “Kai too?” “…yes,” I mumbled. Vivia collapsed backward in theatrical agony. “All four?! In one day?! Zorya! Are you trying to ascend?! Become a goddess? Because this is how you ascend! This is how one becomes immortal!”

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.