Novel & Cerita Hestia Bestia

No matter how much knowledge they had, there was no way they would know about those beasts. After all, those beasts had never appeared on Hestia Continent before. They lived in second-grade worlds, and not every second-grade world had them. They only existed in a few of those worlds. With those conditions in place, there was no way they could ever recognize those beasts. The caretakers let out a cold announcement after showing those beasts, "The hundred and seventh battle. The challenger is Lesley King! You have five minutes to choose one of these five beasts to fight you. After you finish choosing, everyone can place their bets in the betting area. I am sure all of you are clear with the ru

But if she chose option one, then Hestia will be a hindrance to that. Hestia can resist the pheromone perfume even just a little— still, that little was able to stop him from moving, paralysing him. That also leads to the second option: take Hestia instead. Though he knows not that much about Hestia— her parents, their wealth and even how she was treated— he still knows that he will have so much fun with her. He likes it when they fight back after all, making everything exciting and thrilling and all. There is the possibility that Hestia might be able to resist a little and hinder him more; ‘Then I’ll just have to drown her in that scent.’ Sir Tremblay said to himself as he proceeded to pick

My pulse thundered in my ears, a rhythmic, violent beat. "She has no authority over medical triage," I snapped. "She is the future Luna of the Citadel—or so the staff believes," Hestia said with a bitter, toothless smile. "The other healers are terrified of her. I only made it because I’m technically off-duty today. I had to smuggle this kit out through the laundry chutes. If her guards catch me here, this old hide of mine will be the next thing on the tanning rack." I looked at Hestia’s gnarled, trembling hands as she tried to clean the yearling’s wounds, then at the rows of suffering men who would likely lose limbs, or lives, without proper neutralizing agents.

"I am Hestia. I have been sitting in this cave for forty years, waiting for a Silver Omega to walk through that door. I thought your father had ended the line when he sold you to that monster in the city." Lyra lowered her knife, but she didn't let go of it. "My father is a coward. But the blood didn't die with him. It’s here. And it’s in my child." Hestia nodded slowly, her gaze drifting to Lyra’s stomach. "The True Heir. The Council thinks they can kill a legend, but legends don't die easily. They just hide until the world is ready to bleed for them." The old woman gestured to a pile of soft furs near the fire. "Sit. Eat. You are exhausted, and the shadow of the Enforcer is still clinging

I won't be able to run away from my pursuer with this wound now, so I turn around, ready to fight. Then I see my attacker in full view. The moon is shining on his dark brown coat, illuminating his threatening stance, his light blue, almost white eyes pierce mine, his teeth bared at me, showing huge canines covered in my blood. A wild snarl escapes his throat and I know I will never win a fight against this beast. So I do what my pride hates me for - I lay on my side, expose my belly and my neck to him and hope for the best. Maybe if I look small and powerless, he will leave me alone. It is my only chance now.

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

She effectively blocked me off as the heat drove us to insanity with need; the pure instinct to mate, fuck, and reproduce now entirely in Hestia’s control. I could feel my pussy tighten around Adam’s cock as Hestia drove him on, his dick twitching deep inside me as stars began to dance across my vision. Without warning though, Hestia bit down onto Adam’s shoulder and drew blood; the thick and savory taste of his blood sending me over the edge as my skin caught fire and I felt a cool liquid relief along with my high as Adam released inside of me, his last few thrusts slowing and then stopping entirely as my vision darkened and Hestia continued to chew and savor her new mate. Fucking wolf, now

“But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” A murmur of agreement moved through the crowd. “You think the larger packs won’t hear about this?” he continued. “You think they won’t feel it the same way we did?” He shook his head slightly. “They will. Who would deny the descendant of the moon goddess as their queen, and her mates as their kings?” He paused then continued, “Especially when one is the demon king and half wolf.” Elira’s brows drew together slightly. “And how exactly do you know who I am?” she asked. “You called me the daughter of the Moon Goddess like it was obvious.”

“Alright, Mrs Blackwood. What do you want to make?” “His favourite,” I said instantly. “The pan-seared steak with the pepper sauce — and the truffle mashed potatoes.” The head maid, Anna, smiled knowingly. “Mr Blackwood will be very happy, ma’am.” “I hope so,” I said softly, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest.