My Beast Novels & Stories

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.”

Beast waved his hand in the air with an evil smirk pulled up at his lips. “ They are waiting for an attack from us! ” The Hellion gave him the information he had acquired from his people. “ We are not going to attack them now! Not until William Adams brings the real Jack Blackwell out of his hideout. ” Beast sneered hatefully, clenching the pen tightly in his hand with his knuckles turning white. His blood used to boil whenever he mentioned those two people and now he had a tiny version of William Adams roaming around him all the time which was pushing him off the edge.

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.]

“Then what is it?” Xander fiddled with his hair, looking tormented. "Come on, Sir! I am Xander! Xander William!" Xander said tiredly, this time his gaze was fixed on Crystal. “It is not that I want to demean your daughter, but I am too good, almost like a God really, to even enter a contest just for a spoiled brat like her."

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

FENRIC'S POV I shifted the moment I left the breakfast table, bones snapping and reforming as my beast tore free, and launched myself down the corridor at a speed that blurred the world around me. The spiral staircases vanished beneath me in great lunging strides as something feral flooded my veins, burning away anything that wasn’t instinct. I barely registered descending level after level. I only knew one thing: I was going to tear those guards apart. But the rage wasn’t only for them. Part of it was directed at myself.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”