Gently Raised Beast Novels & Stories

With that said, a miniature tower appeared in Philip's hand. It was Verge Tower! The next moment, Verge Tower shone brightly, and a giant beast appeared in the sky. The giant beast was black but glowed with a silver light. The giant beast looked like a tortoise. The giant beast slowly grew larger. Within a few seconds, it became a huge city—Sin Capital! A beast slowly emerged from Sin Capital, and its eyes were cold as it looked at Lester. Lester frowned. He could sense that the beast in front of him was no simple character, and he clearly perceived its body structure.

Zachariah frowned. "Y-your names. They are old, too old. They aren't used nowadays." She said murmured. A Kings lips formed in a smile making her eyes wide open. Their smile is beautiful. Rose felt some tingly things in her stomach seeing them smile. "W-what are you both? I mean what supernatural species do you belong to?" Rose questioned them ignoring the tingling sensation in her Stomach. "Beast" They said together. Rose's eyes widen hearing it. They both are beast!

“Good girl. You're going to turn back human for me now. Okay Delia?” He murmured, gently stroking my fur. If I could make the sound, I would have purred. As it was, I could only whine and whimper my appreciation for his hand on my body. I wanted more. My body throbbed with a basal sort of need I’d never experienced before and I started to shift. “No!” Graeme’s powerful aura washed over me, dampening the flames of my need but not successfully extinguishing it altogether.

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

It wasn't the bedroom with toys or restraints where he was restricted to be just a man. I could see his beast rising to the surface, clearly pleased by my mark on his neck and that we were in his territory. It was like a wet dream come true. It was time for Beauty to meet the beast. My legs dropped from around his hips, and I moaned as my clit slid against the bulge in his pants. I stepped back, smoothing the fabric around my hips until it was neatly folded over my stomach, giving Tobias the full view of my bare center. "Are you going to come out and play?" My breasts were still on display, and I reached up, cupping them in my palms and pinching my nipples between the knuckles of my fingers.

" He asked. "No I'm not a hunter," I gritted the words out. I would never be a hunter. A smile formed on his face. "I'm Jack by the way," he said sticking his hand out. "Eleanora." I took his hand. He placed a kiss on the back of my hand while keeping his eyes locked on mine."Well, Eleanora, the evening was a bore until my eyes landed on you." I smiled awkwardly at him and dropped my hand subtly. "So have you seen a level twenty beast?" He asked and I shook my head. I didn't even know what a level one supernatural was.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

"Looks like Lucien Afolayan soft-tamed you before sending you out to play with real wolves." My inner beast growls, claws instantly extending past my knuckles with a sickening shick. "Say that again, Dunn." Gavin steps between us, slapping a palm against Irving’s chest. "Ease up, Irving. The kid’s not soft. Don't push him into shifting in the staging bay." Irving laughs, a low, rasping sound, blowing a cloud of smoke from his lip directly into my face. "He’s clueless. Can a pampered bloodline pet like you actually draw real blood when the pack war breaks out?"

"You…" Felix hesitated, his handsome face tinged with sympathy. Among the beastmen, he was unusual—one of the rare few who preferred human ways of living, and thus he knew a little about our kind. Yet even so, he had never imagined that human society, so advanced and prosperous, could still leave someone to live as miserably as I had. He couldn't understand my parents. Even in the great beastman clans, where offspring were numerous and favoritism existed, they followed the law of the wild—survival of the fittest. Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of.