Gently Raised Beast Novels & Stories

I scoffed the nerve of the bastard. I dressed in my towel as they asked me to and sat in front of the mirror while they did their magic on my face. I still wondered how I would act in front of the elders. Sure my father was the beta and I had met with many powerful betas during my trips with him but none of those powerful betas could be compared to Lycans. Not just one or two but a whole lot of them would be staring at me, accessing me. "You can open your eyes now." The girl I had learnt was called Gina said. I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the girl that stared back at me. She looked so pretty.

She throws her head back against Galeus' shoulder, screaming louder. I growl thrusting faster, just as Galeus grunts his release. Because we’re both inside her, I can feel his contractions just as Truda’s body clamps down on my cock. I roar my own release as Banari walks in, still in his lion form. Unlike other lions though, his body is part dragon, partially covered with scales. Truda’s lion form is perfect. When she shifts, she’s all lion. She’s the only one of us that has a clean shift. The three guys all have mixed shifts and mine is painful. Galeus’ is as well. Banari looks like a kid mixed and matched his body parts, but his shifts don’t hurt.

Mia wasn't as fast as she used to be an her strikes carried less weight but she was still strong enough to bring down all the beasts that Genji sent her way. Genji fought by summoning untamed beast. Beast are hard to to train but are quite easy to trap so Genji Genji fought by trapping many untamed beasts and summoning them in strategic positions where the first thing that the beasts will see and attack would be his opponent. He traps the beasts in a special paper and places them in any place he chooses and he can release any of the beasts at will.

'' shouted Hans in response. Because Beast Humans were gifted with keen senses of smell and sight, they took great care of cleanliness. They are sensitive to things that smell and are dirty. That's why, for modern people who understand the meaning of cleanliness, Anindira is very suitable for their lifestyle, which is classified as neat and clean even though they seem primitive. Gavriel had finished cleaning the house when they were about to start eating. As soon as they had eaten and were full, they immediately asked Ruvi and Koza's permission to be able to return home immediately.

He turned me around and started to kiss my jaw and neck. He put my forehead against his. "I can't believe that I have a family. Thank you so much for giving this beast a family." he whispered. "You may be a beast, but you are my beast." I said as I hugged him The beast found his love. The end.

“Eyes up here, baby, or I’m gonna have a hard-on throughout the day.” She rolled her eyes. “You were saying?” “Osmium has an extra security app installed in my phone, so nobody could hack my files. I can ask Terzo to install it for your phone, too.” “Do you trust him?” “Yes, princess.” She smiled. “You can’t decide which one to call me, baby or princess?” “No, I love calling you princess and baby, and also Robyn.” “Okay.” She smiled. “Okay for your names?”

“But I know you’re not the monster they make you out to be.” I turned to face him, my chest tightening. “How do you know that?” He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “Because I’ve seen monsters. Real ones. And you’re not one of them.” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, but it wasn’t frightening. It was grounding. I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. “Come on,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter. “Let’s see if you’re any good on a horse.”

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

The glowing blue spell-fire burning in its massive eyes softens by careful degrees, blue bleeding slow into a calm, luminous amber that mirrors the exact gold of the small girl standing steady before it, the transformation moving through each enormous eye like something thawing after decades locked in ice. The ancient beast lowers its plate-armored head with a groan of settling iron, resting its enormous snout flat against the terrace floor in a posture that carries nothing left of threat, only something close to exhausted, grateful surrender, the weight of it cracking two flagstones beneath the impact. Cassian's claws retract slow at his sides, alpha instinct finally standing down in carefu