The Noble Beast Novels & Stories

his voice rising passionately with anger " Count Clodis ? What was he doing here ? Isn't this path -" " off limits ? Yeah it is " answered Malcolm sounding revolted " But does those selfish nobles care about things like rules ? They reinstated this hunt because they wanted to hunt magical beasts not animals . How can they walk away just like that when they worked so hard ? Count Clodis with a bunch of beast hunting nobles came blundering here , we all were hiding but then they came and started screaming once the monster came closer , they created so much havoc that the monster zoomed up to our hiding place "

Averina laughed although it was more of a hiss. She continued: “So Dondus the owl told Desper the rat that the beastsss all rallied around the Great Mother of the Beasts. She of course was the strongest and fastest but she never leaves her cave beyond the river. She stays there with seven of the fiercest beasts to guard her all the time. Other beasts bring her food. She would of course be the hardest to kill especially with her guards protecting her but if she was killed, all of her children, the beastsss that is, would die. So is the magic of the creatures the owl told Desper. All of the beastsss draw their strength from their mother. She can tell when any one of them has been slain and can

The Costello mansion was massive. Aiden tried not to stare too obviously as he followed Alexander up the grand staircase. The polished marble floors gleamed under soft lighting, tall windows overlooked the perfectly manicured gardens, and elegant chandeliers hung from high ceilings. Everything about the place felt more like a palace than a home. He had never been anywhere like this before. His family’s house had been big, but this… this was on another level entirely. Alexander walked ahead calmly, clearly used to the luxury that surrounded him. His mother followed a few steps behind them with a small, knowing smile on her face.

Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance | Beast x Human | Explicitly Steamy Tamlyn Grenoy: A mortal herbalist with a sharp wit and defiant spirit. Ruellan Doff: The cursed Beast King, part man, part wolf-bull hybrid, ruling the ancient wilds in solitude. . . . Tamlyn Grenoy hadn’t meant to trespass.

And surprisingly, I saw something like amusement on his face. “My name is Gabriel LaBête, King of Elyndor.” I blinked and paused for a moment before I burst out laughing. It was soft at first, but the more I thought about it, the louder it grew. “Right… of course you are,” I said in the most sarcastic tone ever. He didn’t look offended. No, he smiled like he had expected me not to believe him. I squinted, still smiling like his words were the best joke I’d heard all day. “So tell me, Your Majesty,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. “What is a king doing in a pub like this?”

I murmur. Corwin leans toward me, his voice low. “They’re watching us, but they aren’t moving to attack.” We wait, our muscles coiled, our breath steady. The horses shift their weight. Soft whinnies vibrate through the air. One of them steps forward. She’s a tall mare glowing in hues of blue and lavender, her wings spreading wide in slow, majestic arcs. Her eyes meet mine, unblinking. I feel a pulse of something wild but not cruel. I carefully climb from the wagon and approach. Slowly, I lower my head in a cautious greeting.

That would be different if Golden could use magic, but Golden knew that it was impossible without being ten years old, so he could only use the most basic methods. During the first five days, Golden did it very well and didn't meet any problems, but on the sixth day, a 1-star beast appeared. Golden had read that when a beast started to practice for surpassing the limits of mortality and reached the first star, it was called monster by a lot of people. A 1-star beast wasn't more powerful than a normal beast, but they were far more ferocious. The beast who appeared in front of Golden was similar to an ordinary rabbit, but it wasn't an ordinary rabbit because it had two small horns on its head,

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Kane landed right on his back and the beast climbed on his chest. It tried to bite his face off but he kicked it in its stomach and sent it over him with the push of his powerful legs and he got up, dusting his clothes. ‘Looks fun. Should we join?’ Melora asked. As I watched them battle, I questioned where the beast came from. It was like nothing I’d ever seen. I would say it was a hairless oversized albino wolf that looked like it needed a break from life. Where did it come from? And why did it suddenly want to attack us?