Sea Beast Core Novels & Stories

However, this group of Sea-calming Sacred Beast was only the initial level. "A stronger Sea-calming Sacred Beast can even move mountains and fill seas. Its strength is comparable to that of the Heavenly Spirit Realm Master." "I see." Caspian lowered his head, looked at the four little beasts in his hand, and said to himself, "I didn't expect that this thing would have so many uses. It seems that I have picked up a treasure." "What about such a thing?" Caspian took out another thing. At first glance, it was still a red crystal.

James continued, “The Yuraeceon Eighth Rank isn’t enough. He needs to reach the Yuraeceon Xaelm Rank. Then, we won’t need to constantly be on the run when facing powerhouses.” “Fine!” Quattro compromised and said, “That works too.” Stephen did not refuse. He vowed, “I will absorb and refine it as quickly as I can. I will ensure you a better survival in the Three Thousand Genesis Worlds and help you find Ms. Thea, Teacher.” Meanwhile, Xzavion asked, “What do you plan on doing next?” After thinking for a while, James said, “We have to find more beasts’ cores.” Xzavion frowned and said, “Only beasts that don’t change forms will have cores. These beasts aren’t sane. They can’t become high-level

The beast tried to take over, or at least he tried to take control of my conscious, but he had only ever gotten that right once. Anger began to bubble in my gut and took deep breaths as I tried to control it, control the emotions I was feeling. The stronger the emotion, the stronger he got and the more dangerous it was to let him takeover. After I had calmed down enough to let him have access to my conscious, he took over and ran wild through the forest, but never further. Only in the forest. I would never let him go any further. He was too unpredictable, too cunning and too dangerous.

His traditional shifting abilities were completely dead, but his smoky violet tattoos were still glowing with that dark, heavy intensity—the physical proof that his beast had compiled a brand-new architecture slaved entirely to the bedrock of the slums. "The... the deep-sea lines..." Dante rumbled through our alpha-tether, his heavy, mechanical voice vibrating deep inside my skull. "They... they are trying to starve the core, Zora. If the shipping channel remains locked... our open-source registry won't have enough data-traffic to validate its sovereignty before the global servers reset."

"Alright. We are doing the Kimura today. Alphas, I am going to label you. A and B. Remember, leverage, synchronise, locks, and trust. This isn't a real spar. Take care of your partner." I nodded, swallowing hard. "You are B," the instructor said, gesturing to me. "Alpha, please lead carefully." Eros said nothing as the instructor walked towards Alpha Kyran and his partner. "You are B," he said to the partner, then turned to Alpha Kyran. "Please lead carefully." He stepped back. "Remember. Leverage, control. Understand the geometry of each other's bodies. Now, Bs, please lie down on your backs, legs spread open."

Alpha Caius. My heart lurched, then pounded so violently I was sure everyone could hear it. I forced myself to look. Pretending he wasn’t there wouldn’t stop the storm that followed him. He was beautiful. Dark, dangerous, and devastatingly beautiful in the way wild things are, untamed and impossible to look away from. His midnight hair swept back in perfect disorder, a sharp jawline, and eyes so dark they looked bottomless. Not black… but the kind of deep brown that glowed with a quiet, predatory fire.

So he used his werewolf hearing to listen in to their conversation. "Take this, and make sure not to swim in the fishpond, there are sharks in there and we don't want the dolphins getting lost in the whales, alright?” Gemma said to the biker, before she gave him a bag she had come with from Sandra’s office. Their words didn't make sense but really meant something. Granted Aztec wasn't sure the woman had come with the bag, but considering how facts the rider left and how coded Gemma’s message to him was, Aztec knew there was more than met the eye.

"How about I kiss you again?" I got along well with Clayton. This made me realize why people spent a fortune on beastkin. Being with Salem used to be nothing but trouble. As a show-quality beastkin, he had exceptionally high demands for his living conditions. I had to exercise with him every day, prepare nutritious meals, and force him to take fish oil. I also had to help him bathe, groom, and brush his fur. In short, it took a lot of meticulous care to keep him in perfect condition, only for him to serve Lisa in peak form.

I felt like passing the night there but I probably would be down with cod the next day if I did so. I closed my eyes, seized my breath and dipped myself into the water. It had been long since I had this kind of treatment. The scenes of home flashed before my eyes. I thought of my parents, my friends and even my annoying brother. I tried to visualize my brother and Lily together. I wonder what kind of couple they will make. I missed everything at home but was I prepared to go home and most importantly, will the beast even let me. He made me understand that the moment I stepped out of the pack, that he wasn't going to come for me even if I was dying.

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.