Occamy Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

Curling up under the warm duvet, my hands scuffle against some turbulent bare skin that is inevitably neither mine nor is it appealing at all to mine. I peel my eyes in a snap, catching the blinding luster of the befalling morning rays, and my gazes stumble upon with Ajay's owl-like eyes perched on my face. Sigh!

There was biscuits, toast, fresh butter, homemade jam, thick cuts of bacon, homemade sausage and goetta, eggs and home fried potatoes. She whispered to Christopher that you couldn't pay for a breakfast more perfect. Mr. Jameson concentrated on buttering a biscuit with shaky hands. "Damned wildcats kept me up half the night with all that loud screaming. They sound like women, I tell you!" Ashleigh's eyes got big and she felt her cheeks redden. She glanced at Christopher who pretended that he hadn't heard him. "Wildcats are around humans too much. Almost sound like they're screaming oh my god…" Ashleigh damn near choked on her eggs. She noted that the ladies were grinning and Edith nudged her

It wasn’t glossy either, it was darker than anything Sally had ever seen, and the light seemed to fall into it. Sally began to wonder if the Beast was what her former boyfriend, Malcolm, would have called an Alien Big Cat, or an ABC for short, one of the strange wildcats seen wandering the British countryside. Malcolm was a few years older than Sally and considered himself an expert in fringe studies—this included alternate history, conspiracy theory, and cryptozoology. He’d dropped out of university because he didn’t like “being told what to think,” and he wanted to devote himself to learning “the hidden truths behind modern history.”

" Whom to be careful of?' Diana asked him. He scratch his chin while looking at her. Steph cleared her throat. " Wild beast, Rogues and witches!" He told her. " They're very dangerous especially Sachajir, the beast with four eyes and hungry for flesh!" He added. Diana looked scared and curious too to what Amir told them. Alexis walked closer to asked him something. " What do you mean beast? You mean a wild huge beast?" He asked him with full of excitement in his eyes. Alexis loved adventurous things like killing a beast. Since he was a child, he loved to see a real beast not only in a children's book or movies but in real life. Now it's his dream come true. If ever they would encountered a b

“You may have just witnessed one of the most dangerous creatures in the world at work.” “What manner of creature is she?” Argos asked as he looked over at Aurora who had gone on her knees again to wondrously gaze at the fishes in the floor. “A Succubus mixed with wolf DNA.” Dominic revealed. “The first of her kind.” “Is she on the market?” Argos asked. “What manner of question is that?” I asked abruptly. Argos looked at me. “A business question, everything and anything can be bought if the right buyer can be found.” He revealed like it was a casual thing for him to say.

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

“Young Mistress.” I looked at both my tamed beasts, but noticed the voice in my head wasn't coming from them. I softly inquired who it was; the voice calmly explained; it was none other than the Mystical Beast of Illusions, whom I'll henceforth name MBI for short. MBI slowly explained to me: “You're in an illusionary world. It's hard to tell if this world once existed, but one thing's for sure... that crimson-eyed tiger was a mystical beast. While inside your arerat symbol, I came to understand that you're gifted with the ability of absorbing mystical beasts.