Tailed Beast Novels & Stories

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

He could pick a scent that he knew did not belong to any member of his pack and he followed it. He watched his prey who was oblivious of his presence. His prey was just a middle sized wolf but it would serve as a meal for his beast. He lunged at the prey and tore the prey apart, drinking its blood.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

It was just a small, small distance away… just a little bit and I can finally get out! But then… “Wait.” He… He pulled my tail. “K-kyaaaa---!” What was that?! I felt like my soul was being pulled away from my body! I immediately flailed and was able to get away from his grip. The moment I felt the cold floor on my feet, I immediately dropped down and squeezed myself on the corner. I still feel weird… my tail feels weird!

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

Even a kid like her could tell who among them was a fake. If she were that witless Alpha Chase, she would shift back and find a hole to hide out of ignominy. His opponent was majestic in every way. Height, build, beauty, stateliness, and even the remarkable nine tails that kept moving about. Clearly, they served not only as things for an audience to be amazed about or complete the imposing look of an Olmpha wolf, but they could defend and attack! "This is getting more fascinating," Beatrix was forced to admit. "Cordelia, please give me the mirror," she ordered and her maid did as she asked.

"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.

The shadows of the beasts twisted and flickered under the glow, giving the space an unsettling tension. "Look at that." Landon stopped and pointed to a carving on the left wall. Aria looked over and saw a beast that resembled a fox, but with nine tails. Each tail was marked with colorful patterns. A single horn rose from its forehead, and its eyes were gentle yet alert. Landon remarked, "It's similar to a nine-tailed fox, but different." Aria nodded. "Nine-tailed foxes have pure, unmarked tails and no horns. This one looks strange."

Beast growled and lowered his entire body to the ground, his head resting on his front paws, as if bored. My tail sprouted out from my back, and I extended it longer than usual before I began tapping Beast’s head. He immediately rose to his paws and began jumping around, trying to catch my tail, but I was faster. Soon, he was growling too loudly, annoyed at being taunted, and he was baring his fangs at my tail, and I couldn’t help but giggle. No wonder Adan was hot-headed. Beast was exactly like him. I was enjoying watching him get pissed off as happiness and contentment overflowed from my chest.

Andrius’ heart skipped a beat when he saw the seven fierce fiends. The first one was a massive dog said to have the ability to devour the moon. It was a terrifying and cruel beast. The second one had the head of a bull and the body of a human. Its sharp horns were stained with blood, hinting at its unusual nature. The third was a nine-tailed fox. It was said that foxes grew an additional tail every thousand years, increasing their cultivation and lifespan, and nine tails represented the peak of its power!