The Noble Beast Novels & Stories

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?

Vic can't wait to get the answers to his questions, he was going to do anything it takes just to get his answers. "I will do it. I will do the task with everything I have!" Vic replied. "Not everything you have, but your full self!" The dragon corrected him and went behind the throne. She was dragging a half killed beast. It was a Stampebeast, a beast that is known to have connection with thunder. The two large horn on its head lights up in blue and lightning from the sky will connect with its horn. Whenever the beast connects with the thunder, its full body gets coated in lightning. And when this happens, no attack can kill it or pass through his skin.

Beckett nodded back at me before we both went our separate ways into the fight. I hated to admit it, but I was completely jealous of Niamph and Sloane right now. It wasn't because Niamph had her fire serpents, elks, and other creatures, including the help of the Luna's Aethon guardian. Niamph and the fiery horse worked beautifully together, battling a blood-thirsty Redcap goblin.

After the whole door was opened, there was some vague shadow of someone, the villain of the whole story, a dog. No! Telling a dog to him would be an insult to a dog as dog is the most loyal animal but this old gag was more like cunning fox. "Welcome, miss Belle!" he said. I could hear his ugly voice and recognise if even from far afar. "Dario Damelo!" I prounounciated his name from my mouth. "Quite a smart girl," he said. I could hear his footsteps walking towards me. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "Something only you could give to me," he said and continued.

The nobles gasped, some clutching reins tighter, others urging their horses back. Damien spurred his steed forward, sword flashing. “Stand aside! I will take it!” The boar charged. I saw it in an instant, the creature was not natural. Its frenzy was too sharp, its strength too twisted. This was no beast of the hunt. This was a weapon lost by human hands. “Damien, wait…” But he had already struck, his blade glancing off the beast’s hide. The boar rammed his horse, sending both man and steed crashing into the mud. Gasps erupted, nobles shouting, chaos breaking loose.

The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow. His head is now bent down, and he motions to me as if he's trying to tell me to get on top. When I don't move the beast stands back up and growls like he's telling me to get on or else. I do as the beast says and slowly approach him to climb on top. Being unable to steady myself on top of him, I grab hold of his fur and hold on tight. At first, riding the beast was like riding a horse until it started to run

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Natalie had been a spot of brightness within the dark castle walls. I had been on my way to her room, dodging the flurry of workers in the castle, moving furniture and carrying around large handfuls of decorations, when I spotted her standing by the mural my grandfather had crafted by our people. It showed the story of our origin and how the goddess created and gifted us with our beasts. The strength that came with it and the ability for our males to transform into a half-shift state. Seeing her and knowing that it might not be so bad coming home with her added to our small family. Maybe having her in the family would make my visits bearable. She could be a friend, if not a real sister.

She moved to the couch and read the newspaper with her. On the cover page is a picture of a boar beast eating peacefully beside a boulder. On the right of it, in a column, read: “The Royal Hunting Event will be held in a few weeks! Pack your equipment and ready your mounts! Each monster will be graded with points and every point counts!” Nene looked at the picture in awe. “Whoah… That’s a big boar beast… What is that?” “It’s Boraria Hard Tusk. Usualluy, that beast can fetch 50 points. I’m surprised they can get the picture so close.”