This Beast-tamer Is A Little Strange Novels & Stories

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Alpha Caius wouldn’t be pleased, their reactions said it all. There was silence for the rest of the ride to the pack. Soon, the Blood Howl Pack territory came into view and I was stunned. The landscape extended as far as my eyes could see, dotted with beautiful buildings. There was no doubt, this pack was the largest and richest pack in all of North America.

He only said it all to make himself look better in her eyes. Well that wasn’t important now. She needs to prepare herself, he was right she needs to wear a collar. She heard that Alphas in their rut can be violent. Mr Reyes was violent without going into rut. That was a bit scary. Well, herlife has never been easy, this is just another situation she has to deal with.

The mother beasts were either tamed by the ones who caught them or beasts which were grown specifically for breeding, so they were made to be obedient to people who come to take their cubs so that they don't harm the people who try to take the cubs. Another group that had come before Ben's group had already started the process to tame a wind zebra beast. One student stood in front of the beast and was trying to touch the cub, if the cub allowed to touch it then he has successfully tamed that cub, if not then he has to show his combat prowess by fighting with the cub, if it submits to him or if he managed to defeat it in battle then he has successfully tamed the cub. After taming a beast some

" Don't tell me you weren't able to capture them again ." " The girls are increasing in number and they have a pack, i need more men." The terrible base voice was heard of which was immediately recognized as the beast. "Does he talk?" Mr. Gomez said in surprise. "There's a bug on you." The beast said and the audio became cracky. "I don't know what to believe anymore. That an animal talks." The inspector general said. "Sir this is a half human half animal." Tom said. Mr. Gomez then turned to nurse Teresa.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

"Based on our research Tamers use their blood to transform their beast. Why don't you try it, Rose?" Nate suggested as he led us to the training room for our breakfast. Since I am on Princess training again I have to spend every morning with Nate to perfect my table manners. "Nah. That is fake. Tried it yesterday and it did not work." I say recalling how I gave Custard a bit of my blood to transform him into killer mode. Nothing happened that day.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Tamer, unlike before, doesn't respond immediately, and I frown at the chat thread, my face damp from crying. Tamer: where are you now? Me: I'm at home, in my room. Safe. There's another pause, and I realize why. Worry, it has to be. I quickly soothe him by mentioning Roxy. Me: nothing serious happened though. Me: before they could do anything, a pretty biker girl beat the crap out of them. Tamer's response is immediate. Tamer: pretty? I nod, my thumbs hovering above my keyboard. Me: mhm. Tall and pretty. She looked so freaking unreal.

If a normal person wanted to tame one, he would have a little hard time but if he was a little stronger, he'd probably succeed. Divine beast, a rare type of a beast that is hard to tame by a normal person. Their kinds were ferocious and stronger than the spirit beast and sacred beast but once tamed, they would only listen and obey their master. This type of beast was usually the last evolution a normal guardian beast could achieve, however, there were other rare cases that happened in the past and probably up until today. Ethereal beast, the almost peak level that a guardian beast could achieve. This was the strongest in terms of physical attacking and magic among the three evolution of beas

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.