Nine Beast Novels & Stories

------------ Thirteenth page of DEOS- Zuotia-Kingdom of beasts Lord of the beast, is He, Ali Fiy-arde, by his words, jungle will tremble, mountains are moved. He rules over hundreds of behemoths; venomous drakes dance when he is in his joyous, even the most savage in gryphon race whimpers in fear at the presence of Aliy Fiy-arde- The ultimate creature.

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

"Knox." "Please stop provoking him. Please stop being like that. We are wolves, we have a hierarchy. Fuck, even humans have a hierarchy these days. It just so happens that he is above all of us. If we go hungry, if he punishes us, then it is our duty to accept it with faith. All of us in here... we are training to be his slaves. To be beneath him for the rest of our lives." I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. I let go of the ball to the floor, and the slow thud on the floor felt like some ominous background music for a life that was fucked up from the very beginning.

His single eye sweeps over us coldly. “The rules are simple: survive until sunset or incapacitate your opponent,” his voice booms without any amplification. “Release the beasts!” The iron gate on the north side opens with a painful screech. From the darkness within, several level one and level two Feral Beasts emerge. They are nearly the size of elephants, with black and brown fur. Their fangs drip with venom. Their eyes glow red. And they have wings. The damn creatures hover slightly above the ground.

A male beastman took the lead, stepping forward quickly to inquire. Ben looked at the endless, aggressively surging crowd behind him, his brow furrowing slightly. With a rough count, there were actually as many as forty or fifty people! He answered steadily: "Correct. This object is called a fire cage, fifty blue beast crystals each." This male beastman who took the lead had no mate. Coming here this time was originally just to join in the buzz and watch. But seeing this palm-sized object priced as high as fifty blue beast crystals— He only felt the price was on the higher side. A heavy look of hesitation instantly surfaced on his face.

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.

The parchment flashed. A furious snarl tore through the keep, followed by the sound of claws scraping violently against the stone. “You dare?” River stumbled backwards. “You dare stand behind that little piece of paper and tell me what you are?” “I didn’t mean—” “You smell different.” The creature’s voice lowered. Huh? “Different from all the others.” Then the creature inhaled deeply, and a strange sound escaped it. Something between a growl and a sigh. “It’s you… my &$@#!”

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees