Gently Raised Beast Novels & Stories

“But how can this happen, Grandma? How can a girl be a healer?” Jasmine questioned, her features contorted in a deep frown, her hands clasped into fists as she peered at the translucent form of her late great-grandmother. “Isn’t it against nature? Isn’t it…cruel?”

At least that's what she thought it was but the beast placed it's hairy paw on her neck and now she couldn't make a sound. She tried to speak severally but it was like she suddenly became mute and the thought terrified her. Glancing at the beast that was currently watching her with its red eyes, she gulped thinking it was about to rip her head off her shoulders and become beast food when it surprised her by placing her down against a wall gently. Why would a beast treat her gently? Do wild animals treat their prey gently to make them feel comfortable before devouring their body and soul in the most ghastly way possible?

It was as though I had encountered her before, somewhere in the distant past, yet I couldn't place where. I had lived for more than a century, and there were very few things I could remember with complete certainty anymore. Faces, names, battles, alliances, betrayals—they had all blurred together over the years. But I remembered the way I had felt around her. Last night had been unlike anything I had ever experienced, it had been the best night I had ever had. Not even with my mate, when she was still alive, had I experienced that same sense of completeness. Everything had felt right with this woman. For the first time in a hundred years, my disturbed wolf had become completely calm in someo

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Her eyes were filled with hope as she said that. Woo! Darryl sat up, took a deep breath, and smiled as he said, "That is 70 percent talent and 30 percent hard work. I already taught you in great detail last night. I can't help you if you don't understand it." Darryl paused for a moment before saying, "In reality, the Beast Master evolved from the Nine Mainland. Its tricks and abilities suited people from the Nine Mainland better. Because you are from the Raksasa tribe, it is natural that you find it difficult to understand due to cultural differences."

My Beast was the largest of them all, and she quickly ran back to Raphael. Dad held her hand and walked her forward, encouraging her to touch me. She softly ran her hand over my black leathery skin, her touch gentle and curious, as my beast breathed heavily, its chest rising and falling with each breath. "Easy Raven, she meant no harm," Dad said to me, his voice soothing and calm. Niklaus and the rest shifted back, but I remained as I was, my beastly form still radiating power, I lowered my head to her level, our eyes locking in a tender moment. We were face to face, and I could sense her wonder and awe. "You, my friend, are the most beautiful and fearful beast, I have ever seen in my life,"

What he meant was awareness of their surroundings. Leqaria tilts her head to the side and blinks her eyes at them innocently. "Are you going to tell or not?" Heiytu sighed again. "In the Book of Beast II, which you should have learned in middle school, taught us about the level of beasts. [E-] is the lowest level rank beast and much easier to defeat. The strength of the beast increases toward the next rank, Rank [E], [E+], [D-] until Rank [A+]. Above Rank [A+] is called Rank [S]. While Rank [SSS], which was the highest-ranking beast, was the hardest to defeat. Even a God Class Mecha may not be able to defeat one alone. Do you understand?"

POV: Nova "Why do you resist?" The voice did not arrive through the air as sound but moved through me as pressure, as vibration, as a pulse that started somewhere beneath the forest floor and traveled upward through my paws and into the marrow of my bones, deep and ancient and patient in the particular way of something that has never needed to hurry because time has always been its most generous resource. The Beast moved in the clearing with the slow, coiled deliberateness of something that could shatter mountains if the inclination ever arrived, and its eyes held that amber glow that was not quite fire but carried fire's particular talent for making everything around it feel suddenly fragil

His beast is strong. I wait for his beast to attack, but he stands there in front of Lisa growl at me, protecting Its sister. I move quickly attacking BJ knocking him away from Lisa, sending him rolling across the ground. Until he's one with his beast, his beast will use all instinct to fight, not training. We circle each other on all fours growling. As soon as his beast raises up on his hind legs to make himself appear bigger, I leap through the air spearing him to the ground. I start to rip into him taking away chunks of flesh while letting my dominance hit him.