Mandalorian Beasts Novels & Stories

But he didn't expect that while he was talking to Sebastian, Lily Moon had already rushed over and taken the panda cub away. "Sebastian, take it; it's yours. Just drip a drop of blood on its forehead, and it will be yours. Iron-eating Beasts not only serve as mounts but also have strong combat capabilities. They are most suitable as pets." As she spoke, Lily Moon had already stuffed the Iron-eating Beast into Sebastian's arms. Winston was anxious and tried to snatch it, but Lily Moon blocked him. "Grandpa, you always taught me to be honest, but now you can't even do it yourself?"

"Welcome to Rosendale. We have only a few rules here. Most of them apply to everyone, but some of them are for only extras." I nodded, my eyes fixed on him. I wondered if Valerian had felt this intimidated, this alone. I wondered if he wanted to give up, too. "First and foremost, don't use the gym while we use it. You can use it after if you find it open." I nodded. I had no intention of using the gym. "As an extra, you are Rosendale pack's equivalent of an omega, so you can't eat with us either. You can eat after we are done eating if there are any scraps remaining."

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.]

“Let’s speak inside. Away from wandering ears.” Inside the war room, the fire had been stoked again, its flames hungrily licking up the narrow chimney. Tessa, Dorian, Rylan, Kira, Galen and Alpha Ashmoon gathered around the central table. The maps had been pushed aside for now, replaced with reports - most of them splattered in blood. “I saw one of the beasts up close,” Galen said, arms crossed. “Metal laced through its bones. Eyes like rot made flesh. And magic - oily, thick. Not natural.”

She was standing in the gunner’s hatch of a heavy scav-crawler right behind the motorcycle vanguard, her plasma rifle coated in the residual, glowing Origin-Code from the Neon Rain. I looked into my right mirror. Pacing the convoy through the dense, glowing blue brush were massive shadows. Origin-Beasts. But these weren't the rhino-sized wolves we had fought when we rescued the Code-Born. These were something worse. They looked like prehistoric big cats, but their bodies were entirely composed of jagged, shifting crystalline muscle that refracted the ambient blue light of the forest. They were incredibly fast, their multi-jointed legs eating up the uneven terrain without breaking a sweat.

CORA The massive iron doors of the fortress groaned as they swung open, and the cold mountain air hit me with a force that made my lungs sting. Liam and Cade didn't waste a second as they headed toward the stables, returning moments later with two Dreadbeasts that looked more like nightmares than animals. Their thick, matted fur was dark as pitch, and their eyes glowed with a feral yellow light that made me take a step back. I didn't know how to ride one of these things, so I had to tag along with Liam, and he pulled me up onto the saddle behind him without a word. I wrapped my arms around his waist, the leather of his jacket cold under my palms, and I tried to ignore the way the muscles in

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I yelled, my bones cracking as I allowed Thaddeus to take over. My wolf was pure white and almost twice as large as the brown she-wolf threatening a cowering Tori. I was glad Bethany was in hiding or I might have mixed them up in the ensuing struggle. I didn’t know what her wolf looked like. Nor, I suspected, did she. The snarling creature had my employee’s arm in its jaws when I struck, ripping off its head in one aggressive motion. An almighty roar emerged from my throat as Thaddeus continued to ‘worry’ the dying beast.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

The boys arrived at the border after dusk. The rhinoceros beast, or rather, the Jagged Horn Beasts, took a lot more time than the usual monsters for them to handle. It wasn’t because of the Jaggedhorns only, but rather, the distractions from the Moostets. These furry and bigger sized meerkat like creatures were hopping around everywhere, trying to distract Jai and Darrion from the charging Jaggedhorns.