Gently Raised Beast Novels & Stories

"You have an exquisite goddess with you, and you think you can keep her all to yourself?" I felt a shiver of discomfort run down my spine, and I fought the urge to shrink away from his predatory gaze. These men were beasts, hunting for their next prey, and I was a mere lamb caught in their crosshairs.

We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts. "My sister is very much a real person, and she is not a beast. She is the kindest of us all. She is pure of heart. She is the closest to our creator! SHE CARES ABOUT HUMANS AND THEIR SURVIVAL, EVEN THOUGH NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, IT'S NEVER ENOUGH. DO NOT CALL HER A BEAST AGAIN. WE ARE LYCANS! THE RACE OF PROTECTORS! THOUSANDS OF US HAVE DIED FOR YOUR KIND. THE VERY LEAST YOU CAN DO IS BE RESPECTFUL," I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over.

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

Sandra was different from the rumors and Aztec had seen it first hand and maybe that's why it was hard for her to accept this new reality. "Know your place, human!” Aztec warned, letting out a loud growl at Gemma, but the human wasn't about to back down. It seemed like they both had things to say and the only thing standing between them was their races. Beatrice watched amusedly as the human girl dared the barbaric and toxic alpha. This all seemed like beautiful chaos, and for the first time, they were not arguing about her. That had to count for something for her, trite?

"And for your question, there are some differences, the gems can last longer than the crystals in so many ways. Also, a gem can be used for a thing that will need up to five or six crystals "Let's move to the most troublesome." Spiro said as he jumped over one of the tentacles that was blocking his way. "This beast sure is very big!" Vic was amazed by it's huge stature. "This beast is a King tier beast, while the bear beast is an intermediate tier beast. Do you notice the small tent-eye beasts that were coming from this big tent-eye beast?" Spiro asked. "They are basic tier beast." "I've got a lot to learn from you. Cause, I've never fought with beast before." Vic said.

He continued drinking from me, and I felt the change beginning almost immediately. The violent tremors in his body started to ease, the rigid tension in his muscles slowly melting away. I sensed the beast retreating, claws retracting, fangs shortening back to normal canines. His grip on my waist shifted, becoming less desperate and more purposeful. In one fluid movement, he lifted me effortlessly and settled me on his lap, my legs straddling his thighs. The position brought our bodies into an intimate setup, and I gasped at the contact.

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

At the same time, he turned his gaze to the other eager beast groups and said, "Don't worry, everyone. You all have participated in the battle with me, so you can naturally enjoy this kind of treatment." After hearing this, the entire group of beasts boiled with excitement. Beasts were different from others. Although they were strong, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky for them to cultivate. Many beasts cultivated to a certain degree, and they could even transform into human beings to suppress the heavenly law. And their goal was to be more suitable to cultivate like humans. "Thank you for your kindness, King of Beasts. We are extremely grateful to you." Samuel smiled and let all the

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.