Tailed Beast Naruto Novels & Stories

Another figure was teleported to this golden fighting ring. It was a master of the Beast Clan with the head of a tiger and the body of a human. His head was that of a white tigress and on its forehead, there was a pattern formed by three horizontal lines and a vertical line, which looked as if it were burning. He was burly, and there was a thick striped white tail behind his butt. He looked majestic, but his face was also full of surprise and vigilance. Obviously, he had also been teleported to the golden fighting ring by the golden light for some unknown reason.

She saw a humongous fox with nine tails fighting a bunch of half-human and half cow. "Minotaur?" She murmured. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the nine-tailed fox was not giving its best to fight. It seemed that it was protecting something from the minotaur. She also noticed that the nine-tailed fox had a big would on the side. She felt pity for the nine-tailed fox but she still needs to eradicate it because maybe it will impose a threat to humanity. So she decided to eradicate both of them but she stopped when she saw a tiny pup behind the nine-tailed fox. Then she understood that the nine-tailed fox was a mother and it was just protecting its pup.

"What's so surprising? There are all kinds of artifacts in the world, and each of them has its unique uses. "Oh, look, there's a rare beast up ahead, the Six-Tailed White Dragon Tiger. Its fur can be used for clothing, its tendons and bones for crafting artifacts, and it can even be used to brew potent medicinal elixir with exceptional effects! Adrian, give it a try!" Adrian looked ahead and found a white tiger with six tails lying in the abyss. He wondered how a tiger could survive in such a place but did not dwell on it. With his Scarlet Dracoblade in hand, Adrian swiftly launched an attack on the tiger.

he says with a shocked look on his face. He releases me and storms over to the bush. Taking my sopping dress, he marches back and pulls it over my head. I squirm from the cold material. Tahr backs away and shifts to his dragon form. His sheath no longer covers his cock and I'm amazed at how beautiful he is. His tail nearly knocks me over when he whips it around so I can climb up to his back. We ride back to the castle and because he can't see me, I allow my smile to grow. Tahr is silent and performs none of the acrobatics he did earlier. The place between my legs throbs. It belongs to him and the sooner he claims it, the better.

I said instead. “The family of the deceased would not understand that. They want blood.” He sat on the stool. It should've made him look smaller or at the very least it should've looked silly but it did not. If anything, he looked scarier perched upon the stool than he did standing. He motioned a finger and a bodyguard brought his shoes to him. “Hanzo here for example, wants your head on a platter.” Hanzo referred to the bald headed snake tattoo escort. Presumably, he was part of the inner flock as well.

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

I screamed, the numbers a mantra of suffering that echoed through the depths of my shattered mind. It went on and on, an endless cycle of agony and torment, until finally, my battered body could withstand no more. With a final, gut-wrenching scream, I surrendered to the darkness, my consciousness slipping away into blessed oblivion. ***** I woke up with my head bleeding and my hands chained to the stone wall. It must have been hours or days since I have been imprisoned and tortured, I could not tell what time it was. It could be the same day for all I care, but my head was too heavy to think.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.

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.”

BOOOOOMMMM “Agh!” A nine-tailed woman landed on the ground, her body covered in wounds. In the sky, a nine-tailed fox with black fur and black eyes glared down at the fox woman who had landed pitifully on the ground. He, who had initially not paid much attention to this woman as she kept following him, was now annoyed by her rude behavior.