Theseus Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

“Thessaly, love? Could you and your witches conjure us some examples?” Thessaly nodded, already moving. Her hands glowed silver as she called to her coven, and within moments, three grotesque forms shimmered into being in the center of the field...each one a perfect copy of the shadow beasts we’d nearly died to fight. The first one was all limbs and mouths, its shrieks like nails on metal. The second was massive and hunched, covered in black scales with too many fucking eyes. The third… gods help us… it was human shaped, cloaked in shadow, shifting its face constantly like it was trying to steal someone’s soul.

I jump back, unsure what I’m seeing. Powers? Was my mother… a witch? “Moon Goddess,” Thisbe whispers, teeth bared, “Protect me, last of my people. See me safely to Vaeloria, last of my blood, last of my name–” Her voice tapers off as she steps into the darkness again, her glowing eyes fading into nothingness, and then she just… disappears. I grope for her in the dark, but my hand grazes another doorknob–misplaced, like it doesn’t belong here.

“There’s not much left of the phoenix blood we brought from King Quavon’s Mausoleum. It’s only enough to make one more person immortal.” “Take it and give it to Thea.” “Father, this…” “Thea already has the blood of the dragon, qilin, and Spirit Turtle. I’m curious to see how much she can grow after having the mixture of blood from the Four Holy Beasts.” “Alright.” Tyrus nodded, then turned around and left in a hurry.

Besides, as more beasts were killed, the battlefield was going to become a foul smelling damp. “Three Middle Class Magical Beasts? How would he deal with them?” Frowning Tiger noticed that Samoa was surrounded by three Middle Class Magical Beasts. Samoa was a Thrasher, so he was strong enough to handle every Middle Class Magical Beast, and average High Class Magical Beasts. High Class Magical Beasts like the Giant Black Mamba were outside his capabilities.

I don’t know the exact number, but it seems there are more than twenty magical beasts he had with him. And among those, he left Dómr here, with us. Surely, he had been on an adventure with my dad once— but even if it’s the youngest member of dad’s contracted beast, I’m sure it understands my dad better than me. That’s why, unlike Nightmare, I would always believe. My dad isn’t a person who would do this for no reason. ………………………………… The Mistress of the Fenrir wolves, Forsjá. The Queen of the Snow Leopards, Asha.

"We have to find her. You can't win your mate with this beast. Who could love a beast, Zander?" The beast roared, sending me back down to the floor, my body convulsing, the beast banging for release. It was the same every night. That little taste of freedom I offered him in the evening. It was never enough. He demanded to be free. He wanted to roam. Roam the woods for blood. For freedom. To make those around him fearful. It was as if he'd been pulled straight from hell and transferred into my body. We'd spent many years searching for the voodoo queen that did this to me with no luck. She didn't want to be found—so I figured she wouldn't be.

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

"You won't believe what I just discovered from Jordan," Tasha said to Rachel excitedly as they both walked into Tasha's room. "What did you discover?" Rachel asked curiously. "The story of Medusa and the Pandora box" Tasha said and Rachel was really curious about the story. "Also he goes to the prestigious Oscars Academy," Tasha said with so much excitement on her face. "Impossible, I heard that only students with unusual abilities are qualified to go to that school" Rachel answered with disbelief boldly written on her face.

I could smell the blood, the taste of the sweet metallic taste against my mouth. “Stop. Please, make it stop,” I chanted in the dark. When the throb flared out, overflowing and overwhelming my senses, my entire body began to shake. My knees buckled. A wave of dizziness and nausea made white spots dance in my vision. The monster’s head rotates unnaturally, narrowed eyes glaring down at me. “Tell me who’s hurting you? And it will all be over.” “It’s S-Sean. Please, make this stop.” I sucked in deep breaths, heaving uncontrollably, and shivering in the cold.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.