Nine Beast Novels & Stories

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

said the blacksmith. “Higher than a unique beast? There’s something like that?” “Indeed. A very unique beast.” I couldn’t help but scoff a little. “If unique means there’s only one of them, what does very unique mean?” “There is only one unique beast in a group. When they die, a new one is born, eventually. A very unique beast, there is only one in all the world, and when it dies, it is gone for good. They are tremendously powerful.” The blacksmith sucked in his breath. “It is unlikely you will ever encounter one, but...”

Black smoke slithered between tents like a sentient being watching and searching. On the far left side of the camp, she could see a large group of beasts gathering. Embertaurs with their shadowy bodies and yellow eyes made up about a third of the group, but the other were unlike any creature she’d seen before. Biped beasts with dark feathered wings and scaled heads with four eyes clicked their strange beaks. Creatures that had bodies similar to those of alligators but with long necks flicked forked tongues and swung their clubbed tails. Another with the head of a bull and body of a lion standing on two legs sprouted armored plates down its back. Wings, beaks, scales, horns, and fur flashed o

Tigers more than three to four meters long, golden-maned lions with coats of copper-brown fur, giant apes the size of a hill, and several Tibetan Mastiffs that make the lions look like stunted cats loomed conspicuously amongst the wild horde of beasts. The horde numbered almost thirty and all of them were Beast Lords, where half their number were higher-ranked than the rest. "Queen Jiu You." The beasts all greeted her in polite salute the moment they saw her. "Let's go. We're heading for Wildfox Ridge. We've brought a fox nest with us." The great halberd of the Nine Serenities waved its hand in an awe-inspiring manner. Boom! Boom! Boom! Riding on her white elephant, Jiu You led the charge wi

He pointed at the big black pot in front of him and said, "It's stewing in the pot, and will be ready soon." Ding Hao thought of the scene he saw just before he fainted. The Bi Fang was a ferocious creature ranked very high among the 36 Divine Beasts of the Archean Big Dipper. It was so fierce that it could kill a Demon Saint in the blink of an eye. Yet it was caught in the pot of this coarse-looking old man. Too much of an exaggeration, wasn't it?

Wilbur was momentarily silent. The Four Divine Beasts: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise, only existed in the Dasha region. They seemed to hold a special significance. Suddenly, Wilbur thought of Kaiser Fern, who had once resided within his body.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary wolves needed to call him with, he still did his part to respect the hierarchy set before them. "Kane," Zane said, his voice low. Baritone male, deep and heavily British accented voice, a voice that was the vocalization of smooth silk. "Yes, brother. I have news." "Speak." Zane said, then threw his cloak back on. "Well, tonight is a full moon." "Much like any other?" Zane asked, turning fully to Kane. His blood red eyes thinned a little. "No, brother. Your wolf will be taken tonight." Kane said, his voice small, as if he hated to break it to Zane.

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!”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.