Scamander Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

"You don't understand how so many sellers take advantage of people these days. If this bean weren't smart, she'd get scammed too." She pulled out her phone and shoved it in my face. On the screen, a video showed a carton of strawberries bursting open for no apparent reason. Their inner flesh was pitch-black with a sticky, slimy liquid oozing out, and they looked completely rotten. I was so speechless that I almost laughed, but I managed to hold it in and keep a straight face. "Doesn't it look realistic? The platform's customer service will definitely approve the refund request the second they see this," Laurel added.

The manticores behind him raised their scorpion tails, poised to strike. But we didn’t move. Not even a flinch. “Leave,” I growled, guttural and deep. “Not without the girl,” Gadreel spat through clenched teeth. Brammon’s patience snapped. He shifted fully into his minotaur form, hooves slamming into the ground. The earth trembled beneath us. Rhydan’s scales rippled across his skin, heat radiating off him in visible waves. “This is your last warning,” I said.

Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment. All the officials looked at each other in confusion, unable to understand the current situation. The fastest among the crowd was the fox spirit named Felix White, who immediately stepped forward and grabbed Victoria's wrist. "What's going on? How are you here?" she asked. "Tell them I'm the one you love." The other two beastmen also caught up, both stunned by the scene before them. However, upon hearing those words, their expressions darkened. "Impossible! I'm her lover. You're just deluding yourself!" the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp.

Then, as if flipping a switch, she turned to the camera, her expression crumpling into pitiful tears—live-streaming the whole thing. Her voice broke with fake sobs, “Everyone, I never wanted to sell her that dog. She tricked her boyfriend into buying it for her. After getting bitten, she framed me and demanded one million dollars! Can you believe someone like this?” My phone buzzed—a notification popped up: Trending livestream nearby. Xena’s face filled the screen. The comments were already flooding in: “OMG, this is insane! Who gets bitten by a dog and then blames the seller?”

“Vance. That dog. You let him decide?” I don’t answer. That is the answer. He waves his hand, and a man steps forward, dropping a heavy suitcase at my feet. “Our deal is complete.” I don’t touch it yet. “Not until I inspect the goods.” Carlo grins. “Dante taught you well.”

He stated. " Jealousy?" Scarlett repeated, confused." Are you sure it'll work?" " You wait and see." He told scarlett, smirking as his eyes glowed with mischief. Scarlett scoffed, looking away. She couldn't refute his words, this was Damien we were talking about. He is the master of mischief. . . .

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

I quipped, a note of panic rising in my voice. What did he think this was? Baby’s first day at school? I sighed, then noticed for the first time, the hint of a jagged silver scar that ran down through one eye, stopping just above his high, strong cheekbones. Beware the beast, all is not as it seems. The notes' content whirled in my head just as the Lycan’s mist-grey eyes settled on it, where I’d roughly disposed it on the floor. “Double shit!” I screeched, scrambling to get out of bed on waterlogged legs and watching in horror as he slowly, tentatively, scooped it up and stretched it cleanly in his hands.

the Reaper remarked in a sinister drawl. My sigh rattled down the line. “It’s about Claw. He sent a rogue to torch the apartment with me and my mate inside. I want blood, and I want it today.” “Say what?” the Reaper blurted, sounding shocked. I overheard him clambering out of bed and storming through his den. I listened, hearing him muttering an order to one of his henchmen. “I need ya to locate the bear shifter, Claw, and deliver him down to the cage. Kill anyone who gets in yaw way. I don’t care how y'all do it but keep him alive. The Beast wants his pound of flesh, and I want the bastard to suffer.” He swung his attention back to our discussion. “Consider it done. So, what else do ya and

She succumbs and even holds onto me but that doesn't satisfy Aurora, who hasn't been able to feed in centuries. Even though Cassandra is willingly offering herself to me, it's not enough for the beast inside of me. I firmly hold Cassandra's head so that she has no chance of escaping me. I know this isn't for my benefit or satisfaction but I can't help but enjoy the euphoric feeling that comes with satisfying the soul of my dear friend, Aurora. It's somewhat addictive and I feel as though a deep neglected need inside of me is finally receiving the treatment it deserves. "Heaven." I hear Amelia's voice but the thing is, right now, I'm not exactly Heaven. "I think you have had enough."