Gently Raised Beast Novels & Stories

You can now devour Edict unscrupulously from the living and the dead; from elements and from nature. *Beast Language: You have been blessed by the Beast Gods who appreciate your eagerness to see beasts as equals. You can now understand the speech of intelligent beasts and find favor in their presence. Soul-Body Integration: 85% “Well, that explains a lot.” Mane murmured, and Hildegarde who was watching the Stats Window next to him nodded her head in agreement.

His massive, corded thighs were wrapped in soft hide. Yellow eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with unsettling intelligence. Does this beast know me? A low growl rolled from his chest, revealing long, merciless fangs. His paws flexed, long claws glinting in the moonlight. I swallowed hard. Our beasts did not frighten me. But something about this one made me cautious. It was too large and intimidating. Too still. Too focused. And the warning growls vibrating in his chest only heightened my unease. “Hello…?” I ventured softly. “I am Baevera. And you are…?”

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

After 1 year, it will definitely be a One Moon Two-Star Beast. Ezekiel's two golden lions grew a lot especially the baby golden lion. Tiger, the chosen name for the baby golden lion now was a strong lion. It could now fight and it's inside the constructional space with his mother. Its rank level was now a Four Star Beast. The silver wolf, Vicious had grown a lot as well. Its silver fur was soft and too eye-catching. Back then, he would summon it on the ship sometimes, and Soheila and the others would play with it. Especially Tiger, Felix, Little Black, and Sylvie. Although Tiger, Felix, and Vicious were not on the rank level where they can speak, Little Black and Sylvie could understand them

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

“All I need you to do is get a couple of fish and I can get the boar.” “Sounds good to me.” I collected a bow that I made the night before along with three arrows that I put in my quiver. As we walked through the woods, Binx and I talked about life in general. And you know, I thought I’d never have so much in common with a cat. We had the same morals and principles, we ate a lot of great food, we both loved goat’s milk, we loved nature and most of all we agreed that Ember is great for the both of us. Binx got tired of walking eventually and hopped up on my shoulders. “Damian, I’m curious. Do you work out?” Binx asks suddenly. I laughed.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

Alpha Zane Atlantis watched the pack from below, his long finger slowly grazing his chin. Here was the pack he had fought all his life for, and for some time, he just couldn't grow used to the peace. He had gotten so accustomed to war, the peace and gaiety seemed almost boring. For the serenity and the good of his pack, however, he knew not to go out there to cause trouble. With a small sigh, he drew back from the large balcony, then swiftly removed the unbuttoned coat he had been wearing.

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"