Novel & Cerita Tailed Beast

Then a big, tailed beast rose up from its slumber on the front deck. The beast was white in color, and have two pairs of big feathery wings matching its body size. Its tail was currently hugging its form on the plank floor, but from its half to the end were decorated with white feathers with red undertone. It has a quite long neck and rather small head. But it made it look slightly adorable. There was a beautiful silver circlet adored with a crimson gem on its head. The gem color reflected the beast's scarlet eyes. It was beautiful.

“The beast is a serpent and it is massive with large and hard scales. It emits some sort of low frequency sound so beware of that and also, it can spit the plague at you.” “Spit the plague at you?” one of the men replied back at me, his eyes were wide with shock. “Keep it together, Flint,” Claude said to him. He looked at Claude, “Am I the only one that heard what he said?” I looked him dead in the eye, “You heard right, now get it together.” We resumed walking and when we got to where Rebekka and I saw it last, it was not there. Just as expected but to my surprise, there was a trail.

Now, Ielus's intrigue had grown into something deeper: an ache, an unrelenting pull to see Raven again. A piece of himself, that Windax, rested with the human, and he couldn’t resist the compulsion to follow. The winds around him shifted, carrying whispers of resolve. “Good thing I’ve set everything in stone,” Ielus murmured. His voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of storms. The air shimmered, and he materialized. Mist condensed into a solid form, and his figure took shape. Ielus stood tall in human form, his long, silvery hair cascading like liquid moonlight. His sharp, angular features held an ageless wisdom, and his piercing eyes seemed to contain the skies themselves. Endless, swi

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

They were the legendary Suan Nis. The Fierce Beast on the west side had snow-white fur, two faint golden dragon horns on its forehead, an eagle beak, and a pair of black-coloured wings. It was the Suan Nis of Fierce Beasts. As for the two ferocious beasts in the north and south, one had the body of a tiger with fur like a dog. Its fur was very long and its face resembled a human. Its legs resembled a tiger and its mouth had the fangs of a wild boar. Its tail was eight feet long.

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

I could feel their whispers like daggers at my back, their murmurs turning into a dull roar. "She’s insane." "She’ll die before the week’s out." "A mere omega with the beast king? What is she thinking?" Amira’s violet eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting as if she couldn’t form the words to express her horror. Max, standing beside her, looked at me like I’d grown a second head. The once-confident sneer he wore now faltered, replaced by confusion. Even the Lycan king himself paused. Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

My stomach dropped as I stared at Dr. O'neil's smiling face. Behind him the rich darkness called to me and the beast's growls racked invisible claws down my back. This was no werewolf. Whatever it was, it wasn't of any world and there was Devon. The two scents confused me, I wanted to turn tail and run the hell out of that place.

One had a thick scaled tail dragging slowly behind him, dark green scales glinting beneath his armor while slit-pupiled eyes fixed on me with cold curiosity. Another bore feline traits—golden eyes, sharp ears half-hidden in dark curls, and elongated canines visible beneath a slow smile. The third was broader than the others, massive feathered wings folded behind his back, his pale eyes unnervingly sharp, like an eagle studying something small enough to snatch from the ground. Every single one of them was staring at me. Hungrily. “Well,” the one with the lizard tail drawled, a grin spreading across his face. “What do we have here?”