Nen Beast Novels & Stories

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

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.

The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow. His head is now bent down, and he motions to me as if he's trying to tell me to get on top. When I don't move the beast stands back up and growls like he's telling me to get on or else. I do as the beast says and slowly approach him to climb on top. Being unable to steady myself on top of him, I grab hold of his fur and hold on tight. At first, riding the beast was like riding a horse until it started to run

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

Carved with ancient symbols split wolf crowns, eclipses, 3 eyed monsters. She reached a high balcony overlooking a huge hall below sarah looked over the edge and froze in horror. In the middle of the hall was a big pool of bubbling dark silver liquid around it, dozens of silver masked people knelt in a circle, praying. At the far end, on a throne made of black volcanic glass, sat the Beast. He was huge almost 8 feet tall. Black iron armor that seemed to eat the light, his face was hidden by swirling black darkness, with only 2 crimson-silver eyes glowing.

a humanoid monster like creature jumped on the stage. Its fangs were sharp with a long slender tongue, muddy yellow eyes and blisters all over the body; and feet bearing sharp claws. It snarled and slowly started to proceed towards the audience area. The stage was huge and grand, so the area was quite a bit. As the beast went forward a few steps snarling at the crowd which went in shock and froze, the pin drop silence was pierced by what sounded like huge boots hitting the ground. A figure landed squarely just where the beast had a few moments ago. The figure was of a woman. Clad in leather turtleneck fitting top and black jacket and calf length long boots. Her hair was iron-straight, up in

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Host: Eduard Occupation: Viscount/ Knight Cultivation: Tier 4 iron knight (-> tier 5; 1 day) Skills: ruler command (system bonus skill), Hand to Hand Combat Skill (expert) Mission: [ Mission : Raise the level of your 10 knights to Silver Level] [ Reward: Magician Occupation] [ Mission: Hunt a hundred Iron Level Beast 3/100 ] [ Reward: 10x Healing Potion ( Superior Grade)] [ Mission: Create a water path for irrigating the field ] [reward: High quality corn seed x 1 sack] The Beast Hunting count had added another two since the knights met another Horned boar in the East forest while doing their patrol. They should have lost from their group and accidentally run into hos territory. Horned Boar

She moved to the couch and read the newspaper with her. On the cover page is a picture of a boar beast eating peacefully beside a boulder. On the right of it, in a column, read: “The Royal Hunting Event will be held in a few weeks! Pack your equipment and ready your mounts! Each monster will be graded with points and every point counts!” Nene looked at the picture in awe. “Whoah… That’s a big boar beast… What is that?” “It’s Boraria Hard Tusk. Usualluy, that beast can fetch 50 points. I’m surprised they can get the picture so close.”

King seriously judged Hana, who had a firm grasp of the win at first, but after the match between Hana and Kristen, King realized that Hana was not a mediocre person. King whistled three times in a row, crawling out of the hands of a strangely shaped beast. It is a bird with four legs, white neck feathers, and a whole black body. It is a second-level beast in the process of evolution, and in the Quansib, only two people own their beasts: Mr. D. Bean and Mr. Cusia. Everyone is talking about it; the spirit beast is a wisdom animal. It is not dominated by humanity, especially those who see it only as a control tool. The beast has five layers of strength awakening; depending on the species, the