Taming Novels & Stories

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

‘Weng! “The essence of beast taming is to convert an ordinary, wild, or mild, savage beast into one's own tamed pet. This is to prove that a cultivator is unbounded by the fate of the world unlike normal humans. Efficient beast tamers are even able to make the most nefarious of all savage beasts no different from a loyal dog...” ‘Weng!’

Lily asked me and I shook my head in confusion because I don’t understand what was happening as I watched Tamara lick the fox and purr at it. “Tamara, shift. NOW.”

Her inner turmoil intensified, as she pondered the uncertain fate of Savanna and the potential repercussions of her actions. Locked in an unending internal debate, Lisa's eyes darted anxiously from side to side, mirroring the oscillation of her thoughts. She knew that in order to establish authority and instill fear in Savanna and Cecelia, she would need to embrace a demeanor of rudeness. The idea of adopting such an unfamiliar and extreme attitude was unsettling, as Lisa had always valued kindness and empathy in her interactions. The prospect of becoming rude was like stepping into uncharted waters, brimming with trepidation.

Bast shrugged. “Be nice to that woman.” Tev called into the chamber as he strode by heading for the stairs. Why in the Hell would I do that? “Are you taking off?” Bast leaned up to call down to him. “Yes. I have to go work with my hounds.” “The Demon Dogs?” Bast muttered disgustedly. “They are no longer Demons. I have tamed them to my hand.” Tev called up from the bottom floor. “A dog is a dog. No less demonic, no matter how tame.” Bast called.

She needs to shift back soon. "Tammy baby, listen to him, please. You'll only hurt yourself if you don't." Brad pleads with her, dropping to his knees behind the bars. At the sound of her mate's voice Tammy's wolf whimpers and whines for him. Her eyes flash silver as she mind-links with him for the first time. Alex stands back whilst they converse. Tammy's wolf looks as though she's in anguish, as she yaps again, turning around in circles, before slamming herself into the bars. We all jump up as she lets out a howl of pain, the silver doing its job and scolding her. Shit. Brad calls out to her, but she growls, stalking around the cage looking for a way out.

She must not answer him; he'd follow her voice. "My sweet falcon, shall I tell you how I will tame her?" Silence, absolute. They were circling in the darkness like wary animals. "First I seel my lady, which is to deprive her of vision, with a black silken hood." Adrienne smothered an indignant gasp in her shaking hand. The folds of her gown rustled as she sidestepped quickly. "Then I blunt her talons." A pebble skittered across the floor a mere yard away. She backstepped, clutching her skirts to keep them still.

The scent of pine and blood flooded the room, heavier and more possessive than before. My mate. Lan spun around, her posture shifting from rigid to guarded instantly. She seemed to regain her confidence back with his presence. "Tai." she greeted. My head tilted as I glanced at him. 'Tai...' My inner side growled. 'Tai was his name. Beautiful.' 'Mate,' we called out internally. 'My mate.'

"You added Taming Potion in every glass of milk you gave me!" Mom's face turned ghastly pale, and she snapped, "What's Taming Potion? I don't know what it is!" "It's fine if you don't know what it is. You'll see it in your purchase history," I replied. Taming Potion was a kind of drug that would make a person fully obedient to the one who gave it to them. Many criminals often used this drug to knock the victim out before harming them.

He didn't even flinch. "Hey!" I called. "Are you okay?" He didn't turn around. His shoulders heaved. A low growl came from deep in his chest, more animal than man. [Target: Garrick Hale. Mental rage value: 85%. He's hurting himself.] [Host, quick! Kiss him! Kissing is currently the fastest and most effective mental soothing method!] I nearly tripped. "What? Are you kidding me?" [No.] "This would be my first kiss!" I hissed. "Even if he's handsome, I can't be that careless."