Novel & Cerita No Beast So Fierce

he whispered, Sniffia gasped, about saying what happened to Vanilla, one the Expats went to his front, “Hey. What are you planning? To escape again?!” he joked, others around him giggled, then he leaned forward and placed his face nearer to Node cage with a scowl, “If you know what is good for you sit tight and watch the six strongest Beasts among us fighting against the ice bears.” Beasts?! I'm actually right about them being a Beast. Node thought as he slowly sweat under the cold weather. The Expat narrowed his eyes staring at Node face while he sweat.

The scarred leader raised a clawed hand to strike. Rage unlike anything I had felt in centuries flooded me. I roared. The rogues spun toward me. Their eyes widened in pure terror. “It’s the Beast!” one screamed. They tried to run. I tore the first one in half before he took three steps. Blood sprayed hot across my fur. The second died with my jaws around his throat. The third I slammed into a tree so hard his spine cracked. The others fell in seconds. Claws. Fangs. Pure fury. Their bodies littered the ground in pieces.

Its glowing red eyes fixed on him, filled with a fierce desire to attack. “Fight them, Sage!” Aurora’s scream echoed in his ears. “I—I can’t!” he yelled, frustration blending with mounting panic in his chest as he struggled against the beast pressing down on him but his muscles felt like lead, his strength leaving him. Why? Why now?! The beast made a roar; its jaws stretched wide, the teeth flashing white against the smoky light of the mist. Sage's heart pounded harder as he jerked his head aside just as the beast closed in with its jaws grazing against him. No! No! No!

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

His beast is strong. I wait for his beast to attack, but he stands there in front of Lisa growl at me, protecting Its sister. I move quickly attacking BJ knocking him away from Lisa, sending him rolling across the ground. Until he's one with his beast, his beast will use all instinct to fight, not training. We circle each other on all fours growling. As soon as his beast raises up on his hind legs to make himself appear bigger, I leap through the air spearing him to the ground. I start to rip into him taking away chunks of flesh while letting my dominance hit him.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

Its eyes flashed with a cruel light as it swiped towards Rash Tiger with its powerful claws. “Oh no!” Beastly Tiger exclaimed upon realizing what the beast was up to, and he tried to catch up to it. But he was slower than the beast. The fastest person here was Unbound Mongoose, but even he couldn’t match up to the beast’s speed. The only reason Unbound Mongoose was able to deal with its attacks so effortlessly was because he had superior reaction time. Frowning Tiger’s expression changed when he saw the beast’s actions. And even Domineering Tiger had an alarmed look on his face. But both were too far back to provide any support. They could only watch as the beast’s claws reached Rash Tiger a

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”