Haru Beastars Novels & Stories

Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams. “Hey, I found this outside,” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Would you make sure it gets back to the owner, please?” I had to hurry this the hell up. My wolf clawed at my insides to find the omega and claim her as ours. My whole world narrowed down to getting to the omega before some other alpha beat me to it. “Of course.” She gave me a bright smile, fluffing up her brown hair. “Thanks.”

"That is a Harrowed Beast." The Harrowed are beings born from failed magic—souls distorted by the same curse linked to Aria’s lineage. They are uncommon… and lethal. The creature charged with alarming swiftness. Leon pushed Aria aside and transformed completely, confronting the beast directly. Their impact reverberated through the ground. Leon attempted to subdue it, but the beast resisted like a being with nothing to lose—savage, frantic, brutal. Aria rose unsteadily, dread coiling in her stomach. Leon was not prevailing. The beast’s claws slashed at his side, causing blood to spray across the foliage.

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

This is a Piasa Bird, which is Allan's spiritual beast. Last but definitely not least is Nike's spiritual beast called Nian. This beast though has a body of a bull, with a flat-face lion head with a sharp horn on it and a prominent incisor Each of the spiritual beasts of the group was already in full display. It was a pity that only Niccoli cannot summon his. One reason is that he refuses to sign a contract with any magical beast before and insists on keeping Luna. But Monami is not in a good condition as of the moment to accompany him, and so he will be riding with his Brother Nike.

❄️ CHAPTER 62 ❄️ " Axion " The tears that Phoenix had been trying to hold back finally fell as she kissed his beast neck tenderly. Axion could feel his heart skip and his stomach spark. Even in his beast form, her touch still has an effect on him.

I also added some new additions to the collection, such as Van Gogh’s Starry Night, Monet’s Water Lilies, and Picasso’s Blue Period, to name a few. The host’s enthusiastic introduction filled me with pride as they spoke about the creative process and the meticulous attention to detail that went into each product. “And for the brilliant mind behind the new line, let’s welcome the CEO of Erbeauty, Mrs. Althea Cox!” When it was finally my turn to speak, I stepped onto the stage with a confident smile, masking the whirlwind of emotions inside. Attention and spotlight wasn’t really my thing. Every step I took felt like another weight gain. But then, I remembered something. One message from Matthi

Haru replied, his voice barely audible as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, his body cocooned in the alpha’s strong arms. Jiro stayed still for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of Haru’s heartbeat as it synced with his own, a testament to the bond they shared. He traced gentle patterns on Haru’s skin, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, as if they were made for each other.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

Elira The horse was brought forward moments after the deal was struck—a towering black stallion, its muscles slick with sweat and moonlight. It tossed its head, snorting like it could smell what I was, like even the beast was smart enough to be afraid. The Alpha approached me. “Can you ride?” “Yes,” I said. He waited. I didn’t move. So he stepped forward, large hands settling on my waist—calloused, hot even through the chill of the air and the layers of my tunic. I didn’t resist, but I didn’t help him, either.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!