The First Legendary Beast Master Wiki Novels & Stories

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

"Friends, aren't you going to help me?" The Evil Supremacy chose to deal with the Five-colored Immortal Master, but he was beaten up. He flew thousands of meters away with a look of horror. The Five-colored Immortal Master was a top-level monster beast, and her combat strength was extremely strong. Perhaps only a divine beast like Immortal Master Kylin could compete with her. The Immortal Master of the Peacock race and the Immortal Master of the Lycan race looked at each other and charged at the Five-colored Immortal Master at the same time.

Jack Catwalk which has been filled with the heat of the liquid reaction is getting more and more brutal and blind. He even had trouble controlling himself, his emotions and his gaze. Like a wild animal, Jack only saw anyone as his opponent at this time. Until Jeremy's hard kick, made him fall. The two of them had a great fight. Even though Jeremy fell many times, he was still able to stand up again. Because Jeremy is equipped with strong martial arts and trained by a great coach. Werewolf Jack was overwhelmed and chose to run out of the building. Until he met Esmeralda in front of him.

Now I do not trust her for one single moment; the only thing I want from those deep cherry lips are the very words that tell me what this legacy is that all of them are referring to. Now yes, I do seem to have a few things, such as a beating heart, a little thing called a soul, and few other perfectly working parts that no other Vampire posses. Yet, how does this make me a legacy? I am already the most powerful Vampire there is, with the added advantage of being the Vampire Master.

I always thought master was to handsome for this world, but now… I couldn’t help but think he is to handsome to even be a Greek God. I guess I really did invest my time making him one hell of a handsome character. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Master asked snapping his finger. I got snapped out of my thoughts, blinking my eyes rapidly. I coughed out embarrassed… “I wasn’t staring at you.” I lied through my teeth, staring at the portrait hanging loosely on the wall, behind my master. “That’s a lie, I caught you staring slave. Tell me what it is? Don’t you dare lie to your master.” He shakes his head pouting. Now he looks cute.

Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form? When I attempt it, surprisingly, he retreats, letting me take charge. My body is weak and uncoordinated. I try sneak past Milo but fail. He pounces on me with such force, tackling me down. "Get... off me, f0ol!" 'Your majesty? I'm so sorry. I thought it was someone else. I... I didn't catch your scent. Are... you okay? Why are you... sneaking?' 'Get back to work!" I bark.

"Celie, you must listen to us. Only by marrying Gideon, the giant shark, will you ever know true happiness." My parents clutched my younger sister's hands, their voices coaxing and insistent. The moment I heard those words, I knew—my biased parents had been reborn as well. For generations, the women of our family had been bound to orc marriages. In our generation now, only my sister and I remained. In our previous life, two suitors came forward: Gideon, the giant shark beastman, and Felix, the hawk beastman.

“I am their master, and they always obey me.” I knelt and pressed my palm to the rune-carved stone. My blood burned through the markings, and the ancient circle came alive. Crimson light flared beneath me. One by one, I spoke their names, words older than time itself. “Zarok… Fenris… Vyrax!” The ground trembled violently. A surge of heat exploded from the center, and the sky split open with thunder. The first to rise was Zarok, the Demon Beast, cloaked in fire and shadow. His body was made of molten armor, his eyes were like burning stars. He stretched his wings, shaking the air with a deep rumble.

… Zikk's brow furrowed as he sensed the overwhelming aura emanating from the beastmen general. And as he laid eyes upon the majestic figure of the golden beastman, standing tall amidst the chaos of battle, the name of a renowned beastman finally resurfaced in his memory. Golden Lion Riben. Legend has it that Riben, the mighty beastman, had unlocked the elusive King Form, a power that only a select few could harness and wield at will. If the whispers were true, and Riben had truly mastered the art of controlling the dangerous aftermath of this ability, then he was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with, deserving of a title that echoed his monstrous prowess.

I do not wish to hunt things that are not seen, whether it is a mythical creature or a slit in reality. I have always known of this alternate world, but we, and that includes Sebastian, have never got involved unless it was completely necessary. With the arrival of Anastasia, these things did change. And as I have said once before and I shall say it again, I am not saying it is a bad thing. In fact, I have never seen Sebastian so alive. The man has found a new purpose as Vampire Master.