Spiritual Beasts Novels & Stories

"Knox." "Please stop provoking him. Please stop being like that. We are wolves, we have a hierarchy. Fuck, even humans have a hierarchy these days. It just so happens that he is above all of us. If we go hungry, if he punishes us, then it is our duty to accept it with faith. All of us in here... we are training to be his slaves. To be beneath him for the rest of our lives." I swallowed hard, my chest heaving. I let go of the ball to the floor, and the slow thud on the floor felt like some ominous background music for a life that was fucked up from the very beginning.

He nodded and smiled, wrinkling his nose when I poked it again before returning to the book. “With their Blessing from The All Mother, her added and most heartfelt wish and the completion of the Ritual, the four dragons transformed and soon looked like people. They were little kids and were finally able to speak to The All Mother that had helped and raised them all. They spent more years together like a little family, traveling the world and meeting all kinds of animals. Each time they would meet another little family, The All mother would help them in some way, and the new young animal would join them in their travels, grateful to The All Mother. After days of following along but never bein

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

Perhaps training would help me to overcome my embarrassment, though I was hoping to have pups sooner rather than later. “Everything’s ready, Alpha. Just as you ordered.” When I saw the large tent my heart began to beat faster. Surely not? “Shall we?” Calvin asked, holding out his hand. Unconventional, that was us. As we vowed to the Moon Goddess to be fruitful and respect each other, I saw her manifestation up in the sky in the shape of a crescent. “No pain, no gain,” I murmured, my personal promise to him. “Pleasure will not all be mine.”

“Everyone says that we are cursed creatures. Creatures who live in the dark deserve to die because we bring harm to everyone around us. But we eventually strived and made a name for ourselves. Now others come to us to ask for our protection.” “Why do they call you cursed?” “Because we are,” he told me with a gentle smile, “we share the same looks, as if we’re the same kind, but when something happens, or when need be, or when the moon is full, we transform into monsters.” “I’ve never seen anyone transform,” I told him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe he never let you.” I stared at him, startled. How did he know that I was talking about Zeke?

As high-ranking Beast Humans, it wasn't just Kiel and Matteo who had evil characters. However, *Sapphires always have psychopathic tendencies. Beast Humans like Halvir, Aefar, Aaric, Bardolf, Mischa, or others with a *Sapphire rank, even if they were the type with high honor. They were all the same, having suppressed Beast instincts by nature. Along with the growth of great power, the sadistic soul of the Beast Man also awakened. They loved bloody battles, the harder and more violent the battle, the more passionate they would be and aroused their thirst for blood.

He wondered why there were so many of them. Suddenly a sickening realization hit him. They needed him out of the way so they could get to his mate. Rage boiled in him as his beast fought to dominate him. Any threat to his mate made it impossible for him to think straight. He only knew he had to protect her. His already dark eyes turned blood red as his body convulsed, trembling violently. There was the eerie sound of bones cracking and reforming and a long mournful howl split the silent night. In Kendrick's place, a very large and enormous silver lycan stood there. This beast was the famous spirit beast that every creature knew about but had never seen. Its height was huge, over ten feet. It

The matchbox followed in its wake and, shaking the box to confirm a match still remained, he drew it out and struck it against the side. A flare of rich sulphurous light erupted across the room. “Damn blinding light.” Lips pinched at the corners in irritation despite the cool wash of relief through his tight chest. Gerfast cupped a palm around the tentative flame and lowered it to the candle. Damn the kid for ruining my day. Damn these goddamn corpses always stinking up the place. The darkness be damned as well. Perhaps the plague’s appearance was well-timed. A cleansing of filth. A baptism of the damned.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.