Scamander Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

"To anyone who succeeds and ends up getting pregnant for it, she'll be given a huge reward and will be given a chance to stand before the King." Elaina remembered hearing Tyler and the Knight talk about a beast. But she didn't think the ladies had to seduce it. "What beast exactly?" "The dragon with the black scales." Elaina's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. "But hold on, how do they plan on seducing a dragon that flies around the world?" Laura paused, giving her a questioning look. "You don't know." "Know what?" "The dragon has been captured." *** "Strip," Xavier commanded the ladies. Step by step, they took off the layers of their dress. He raised his hands, pointing towards them.

'' Mischa asked kindly. Mischa rushed upstairs, then a few moments later came down carrying a young girl. Anindira's eyes sparkled when she saw a petite girl not very different from her. She was the first woman Anindira had seen in this WORLD OF BEASTS. A petite girl with long caramel-colored hair with clear hazel eyes. She should have been a beautiful girl with a sharp jawline that looked strong and firm. Her forehead, cheekbones, and jawline were almost the same width. It was a shame that her white skin was dry and looked dull. Her long hair was also sticky and oily, almost matted.

Scott asked as the snake slithered around the same spot on the boardwalk. “Something’s wrong. My spell was supposed to glow white when we got to the Basilisk. The snake soon after grew into a twelve story Salamander with red skin, razor sharp claws, and spiked tail. “Someone attired my spell. Run,” But before they could leave, the salamander spewed a massive flame that forged into a floating ring of fire. “Looks like running out of the question,” Senecca said as she sprouted her talons. “Then I guess it's time to fight,” Scott said he did the same.

before I knew what's happening, I feel a sting in my palm. I look down and see my blood dripping in the bowl, I laugh.. so he was distracting me until he cut me. After a few minutes, blood stop dripping... My palm is healed. *I did a good job, right?* Scar asked. *Yes, very good job!* The seer's voice pulls me back. "Alexa Felicia Scarlet Dex... do you promise to be a great leader in the company of Alpha prince Xander Liam Damien?" "Yes, I do!" I answered.

She is still not in her right mind so she can’t help herself when she tastes my blood. She drank it in one shot. Her eyes turned gray and her fangs started to show while she was staring at my wrist full of blood. Oh no, I know what she is thinking. “ Snap!” I said in the air and in an instant , Fiona came back to her senses . She looked confused and shocked when she saw all the blood on the floor. This is also a spell a spell to make werewolves calm down. I know that my sacred spell worked and was successful, because I started to feel weak and drained. Feels like a lot of energy just left my body. This is only the start of the consequences of using sacred spells.

Tears overflowed my eyes. “Then tell me who’s hurting you, Spade.” The sudden tone change startled me. “I don’t know. A monster.” I covered my face. “I’m scared. Please, come and help me.” “Do you want this to end?” The voice hardened. “Yes.” “Then answer me honestly, Spade. No more lying.” She sounded angry now. “I swear I’m not lying. It’s a man without a face. A tall man with a tattoo of a snake on his right hand. He’s scary. His eyes are red. He’s a monster. Please, help me.”

He inhaled deeply, drawing the mountain air and the lingering trace of scent into his lungs. He smelled the scorched wood from my First Moon flare. And he smelled Kieran. The silver in his eyes didn't just burn... it turned murderous. "He touched you," Caspian whispered. The voice didn't belong to a man. It was the low, vibrating growl of the Beast, vibrating through the floorboards. "You ran from my bed, out of my territory, straight into the camp of the male who sold you. And you let him put his hands on you?"

"Millions? You don't look like you're worth the price." Clayton stood, eyeing Salem with interest. "Do you know where to bite down on your throat to make someone quiet?" Clayton took a step forward. "Or how to make a beastkin vanish without a trace? Only a lowly beastkin like me would know, right?" Salem sensed the warning bells. He took a nervous step back, his tail flicking anxiously. "What are you trying to do?"

Sierra pov. Two days before the full moon, my heart was already beating fast, as if it had already happened. I never left the beast's side, determined to help him and make him feel better. The sight of him had always fascinated me, even as his beastly form emerged. His fur was thick and jet black, his eyes a piercing yellow that glowed in the moonlight. His scent was wild and musky, reminding me of the forest and the creatures that roamed within it.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going