Gently Raised Beast Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was born in the Forest Lion Tribe, the only tribe of the Lion race in the whole Beastman World. A regular beastman had two forms, which were passive and aggressive. Their passive form was their human or human-like form, while their aggressive form was their beast form. Male beastmen were naturally hatched in their aggressive form and will be able to transform into their passive form once they reach the age of seven. In our tribe, at this age, he was required to attend school with all the other Cubs under the teaching of the assigned elders.

The bear reared on hind legs, easily twice his height, fur matted with mud, one paw raised to swipe. Genesis didn’t flinch. He growled, low, alpha, vibrating through the ground. The bear hesitated. Genesis took one step forward. Another. Never breaking eye contact. The bear dropped to all fours. Snorted. Then, slowly, backed away, head low, rumbling discontent but not attacking. It turned. Loped into the trees. Gone. Genesis exhaled. Shifted fully back. Turned to me. “You were supposed to stay put.” I stood, brushing grass from my tunic. “And let you get mauled? No thanks.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

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.

Angel said with hate in his eyes. Ax smiled, but it was not a friendly one. Instead, his smile was crafty and creepy. "And you are still the same. Acting like a chicken, and always messing up the simple tasks given to you by the elders, and I have been the one continuously cleaning up your shits for you." Ax harshly stated. "Why? Don't you enjoy being those old fools' puppy? Always nipping at their heels for praise and being an obedient pup so they could pat your head and tell you that you are a good boy!" Angel mockingly stated.

With that she stood up and left us behind. Am not a beast! Am not a wolf! Those words really hurt me so much. They were like a silver knife as been stubbed into my heart. Why does everyone think that werewolves are beasts!? Why? I blurted out trying to prevent the tears coming down from my eyes.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

The room erupted into a chorus of concerned whispers. Niklaus's next words sent a collective gasp through the room. "Beast is an extraordinary vessel, but we must ensure he reaches his full potential. We've decided to take him to David's home planet, Xanthea, the birthplace of the Sirens, for critical upgrades." The announcement sparked a mix of emotions: worry etched on some faces, while others shone with excitement. The prospect of venturing into uncharted territory, taking their beloved Beast to a world far more advanced than their own, filled the air with a sense of awe and anticipation. The room buzzed with hushed conversations.

THE BEASTS "When Eledumare created him, he had a wife and her wife gave him a son called Iran, Iran was loved by all gods, and had been showing him the love, but when he got married and his wife gave birth to a child, the whole story began to change, the child was different and none of all creations had any resemblance, the child was the first beast in heaven, it was dark and viciously looking, no gods or codes loved him, they hated him for he was ugly, even i also did not love my grand child, his mother wanted him dead and had tried all she knew to kill her own child but all failed, time after time, the beast kept growing even though he was never fed, he had no friend, no one to play with h

Since the beast was born just half a day ago, its mind was still a blank slate. This was quite helpful for Creed because its primal instincts for barbarity, cruelty, and hunger for human flesh were still underdeveloped. However, Creed did not doubt that the beast was an absolute catastrophe. In fact, a dense aura was leaking out of him, which he hadn't sensed from any previously synthesized beasts. This baby Manticore was a born alpha. He was not the same height as his parent, but given enough time he might grow to be more powerful than his predecessor.