Imparting My Cultivation To Beasts Novels & Stories

“Then choose someone else. Find an omega to spread for you. I will not be your beast’s mate.” The words hit like iron, but I only leaned down again, letting my breath scorch his lips. “The beast won’t take anyone now,” I said. “It wants only you.” I pressed once more—hard—drawing a sound he could not swallow. “Soon, Aurelian, neither will you.” ———

I don’t really know. "I wish I had that ability," I slowly said, wishing for full thinking. I wish I could have torn my heart out, didn't suffer the pain of rejection and betrayal. My new heart will regrow. Sounds awesome, right? This idea of regrow sounds like a pretty cool power. It was almost like the thought of knowing that you can never die no matter what happens. "You have an ability similar to that, Raven! Your womb is capable of healing and regrowing almost ten times faster than the regular human or werewolf. Plus your knowledge in the medical field is unbelievable," Rora said, as if that was something that I should be extremely proud of.

"You should be with Isolde." His reply comes fast. "Worry about yourself, Bran. Trust me, you can't hold that beast much longer. Even a night hunt won't be enough to settle it. You need sex. Long and hard." I swallow, gaze dropping to my trembling fingers. He is right. But I can't give in to this. "Should I arrange a Gamma or an Omega?" My beast growls low at the suggestion. Not with want, with rejection. It wants her. She is human. She can't take us.

About Fury. I’d never heard a version of how Beasts came to be that originated from a true wolf wishing to be human enough that a fey king had granted him his heart’s desire…partially. It seemed inconceivable. But then, I’d seen mages pull trees up from the root. Hawk to be specific. I, more than anyone, knew that one could be limited only by their imagination if they had enough power to fuel their energy. Which, unfortunately, is sporadic for me.

Instead, he was so full of himself and his face had all manifestations of the bitterness written all over it. “I don’t have any plans to spare you. You’re just gonna breakdown over here now. I have no intention to free you and no intention to hear your wishes. Just rot here,” he said as he tightened the ropes around my body with the pillar. I was already tired of begging with him. From this moment on I realized that he wasn’t human. He was a beast in the name of a human. He was just an animal who was disguised as a human. “You’re animal. You’re such a beast,” I screamed before he tucked a cloth into my mouth.

* *“Translation: Stop whatever is happening around, do not move until I make another sound” As soon as he said it, everyone and everything stopped moving immediately. Lily also didn’t move at all so that Young Chul won’t get suspicious. After that, both brothers looked at each other and nodded. They started reciting the spell together. Young ho raised his hand and started with the first spell, *“Impigritas tenebrarum et lucis, ut obliviscatur eorum quae mox oculis conspexerunt”* *“Translation: Energy of the darkness and light, make them forget what just witnessed their eyes”*

It took a considerable amount of time for them to find one of the reclusive witches who possessed enough magic and skill to chant the spell. Transform the plant into a powerful powder capable of making the beasts lose their senses, become disoriented, or even faint. Confronting the Alpha, the beast began to stagger to the side but resisted the dizziness afflicting it. Ignoring the blurred vision, it advanced towards the Beta, who skillfully dodged and fled the camp, further provoking the Alpha's fury. “I'm going to kill ALL OF YOU!” roared the Alpha as it grabbed the lifeless wolf's body in its mouth and dragged it out of the camp, spreading blood all over the place as if it were painting a

"When the time comes for the ritual to be performed, I will awaken the thorn forest from the darkness." West ran his fingers as he spoke, and a branch of iron spikes emerged from the ground in a pot. "When the shoot is mature, its thorns will be as long as a sword. You summon that monster and will drive a thorn into both of your hearts when it comes out." "How can he be saved?" shouted Erica at West. The small thorn tree seemed to grow, its thorns elongated.

On the full moon, a month after my birthday, I shift for the first time. I’m golden, just like my mother was. Light pours from my fur, illuminating the smoke, cutting through the haze of green and black. Morgathra, fighting her last stand as her curse shatters around her, sends her magic toward me in a beam of green, dark power. I race into it, splitting it into pieces, my golden light cutting through her power like butter. I don’t think. I don’t feel. I just act, my paws pounding the ground as I race toward my mate, my power leaving a trail of gold in my wake that soaks into the ground, fanning out across the plains.

She called, immediately turning away; she could hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke. “This is the way I teach; this is the way I was taught; we were taught to not be afraid of our wolves and to merge with our feral nature, and it helps that your clothes won’t be in total ruin,” he adds with a smirk. “I’m afraid your boyfriend was just trying to take the polite way out of training you.”