The Noble Beast Novels & Stories

Beasty emerges in Isabella's presence for the first time ever, unlike the one she had witness in her dream, Beasty was very ugly and unbelievably huge. His fangs long and Sharp while his mouth was too wide for his face. Isabella could only gasped and cringe in great shock at the Beast she had been living with for the past few months. Sidney's Beast was not at all different from Hayden's but unlike Beasty which is black , his was white. The eyes glaring and challengingly that Isabella heart continue beating non stop.

They were all Zorondans, covered in blood, their auras erratic and panic showing all over their faces. Seeing Harvit, Caleb and everyone else pretended to shake in fear, with Caleb bellowing, "Lord executor, run! The heritage zone is collapsing… There isn't just one, but there are many Noble-class spirit beasts! They're all running amok, and they've killed so many! Harvit was stunned—so there really was a horde of Noble-class spirit beasts? Wasn't that a lie that Yorba and the others had come up with? Even Tobik was dumbfounded, but he couldn't care less and promptly bellowed, "Where are the others?! How did you make it out? They're—"

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Its huge silver eyes remained locked on me. Then slowly,the creature lowered its head. Like a bow. The cave fell silent again. Trevor blinked rapidly. “…Did the monster just respect her?” Cassian stared at the creature carefully. “I don’t think it’s a monster.” Selene’s face hardened instantly. “It’s a spirit beast.” The title alone sent tension through the hunters. Gabriel glanced toward Lyra. “You knew this would happen too?” Lyra crossed her arms calmly.

His mind thinks that if my head truly believes my paws can beat his selections again, my lone wolf is in for a very hard lesson on the grass. The loud wooden horns echo across the stone arena to announce the start of the final race, and ten heavy spirit beasts burst straight out onto the dirt trail. This time, Noah's hand has chosen Number Two, the absolute reigning champion stallion of the entire Beacon Moon Territory. The other experienced Alpha elders do not hesitate for a single second to drop massive bags of pack resources straight onto Number Two. It is clearly the absolute favorite beast for any wolf who knows anything about tracking animals. My hand casually points directly to Number

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

For now. Damon tightened his arms around me, holding me against him as I held our son. Fabiano Lombardi was a villain king, a beast who ruled all other monster. The king of beasts. Damon Petrakis was no prince charming but he was a simple knight sent to the castle of king by my friend, Gideon. Damon was a knight. And I was the princess who didn't get her prince charming. Even thought I didn't have my prince charming, I didn't deserve a monster.