Nine Beast Novels & Stories

he remarked. We watched a kinbaku demonstration. I was cringing inside until he pointed out how artistic a process it was to tie someone with jute and, amazingly, I had to agree. Though I suspected the suspended female wouldn’t have wanted her parents to see her quite like that. Next came sensory deprivation. The blindfolded she-wolf’s cries were among the loudest I had heard. I took a long drink. “Can we move on, please?” The Alpha looked at me with astonishment. I wasn’t about to go into my triggers with him.

“They are all double-eye patches. I took the classic eye patch idea, but strung two together and glued feathers on.” “These are really beautiful,” said Nate , helping Mira ’s fingertips feel each patch “The first is covered in black feathers, and I trimmed them to the exact shape of the actual patches. The band is elastic, which I covered with black velvet. When you wrap it around the back of your head, you can pull your hair over it.” To Mira ’s touch, it felt quite nice. “The bridge of the nose is a band of black velvet, as well,” she concluded before Nate moved Mira ’s hand to the next design. “The next is the same idea, except it’s eggshell white and the feathers aren’t trimmed,

Everyone looked worried including Natasha, Olivia and Jessica who had changed into new clothes. Mr. Tyler glanced around and on seeing the carcass of the Nebuzar, he gasped, “my God, what happened?” Sean looked at the dead creature and then at Aliyah, “What the hell is that thing?” Mr. Tyler went up to inspect it and he gasped in wonder. “As I live and breathe. This is a Nebuzar, a thousand years Nebuzar in fact. It should be hibernating by now, Nebuzars hibernate at this time.” He turned to Aliyah and sighed, “this place is not safe. Where there is one Nebuzar, there are bound to be more. Maybe Aliyah would tell us what happened when we get home. Alright Children, go get your gears, we are

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Or rather, the Beast stood. His body was no longer wholly his: horns like molten obsidian curled from his skull, wings unfolded in vast arcs of shadow-edged flame, and claws tore furrows into the stone. His chest heaved with each breath, steam and fire rolling out of him, and his eyes glowed like twin furnaces. Where he walked, the ground cracked. Where he struck, Hollow creatures disintegrated in shrieks of ash. Elira felt every pulse of him through Zara’s binding threads. Each heartbeat was a hammer on her ribs, each flex of his wings a surge of fire in her veins. He was beyond return now—yet without him, they would have been crushed in the first charge.

Slumping, showing his naked bottom part to everyone. She was too stunned, too terrified to move. Even breathing was a hard task. The beast looked at her, crouching to touch her, but she scooted a few inches, shaking and her face that lost its color was the evidence that the beast terrified her. Standing six feet and nine, probably seven feet in height. Big, bulky with a wide chest that sported a long scar. A bzou, she just encountered the legendary bzou. The beast growled lowly and looked away. That was the moment she realized that the beast was not alone, three or five more beasts showed up, hovering in the bushes, and one that went to the dead man.

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Seeing the scene before it, the beast let out an enraged bellow, its giant eyes fixed on Chase with murderous intent. Then, it threw its head back and howled. The surrounding feral beasts instantly erupted into a frenzy, all of them charging toward Chase! One by one, two by two… A total of 16 Ghost Boars monarchs surged forward! Each of them stood over six feet tall, and their bodies were covered in thick, armored hide. Their strength was certainly unmatched. They were all one-star Ghost Boar monarchs, beasts with terrifying power and insatiable bloodlust. Chase let out a low chuckle while shaking his head.

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.