This Beast-tamer Is A Little Strange Novels & Stories

I wondered if he had broken my leg, so I wouldn't try to ever escape again. "You should rest," his voice said again. "What are you?" I finally found my voice. "I am the beast you were sent to tame," he said. He walked out of the room, shutting the door before I could say another word. I was more confused than I was earlier. One thing he said was certain: he was no human. How could he change eye color so quickly unless he was a beast? But his last words were a little confusing; no one sent me here; he actually bought me and is holding me hostage in this shithole.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

This time Theo kick the paw of the beast making him slide in the stream and distancing himself from the beast, as well as making the beast off balance. Theo got up and jump to the shore, this time Theo got a clear look of beast, it was a black brown bear. He saw the beast struggling to get up, as the paw of the beast was hit by Theo making his body turn upside down. Theo was strong, but not so strong as to take the beast attack head on, but to make the beast off balance even picking the body of beast up in the air. it was easy.

"Go make peace with your woman. The last thing any of us need is another Maylin or you living off carrots." He laughs and the mood shifts. Boot's wife, Maylin, is a handful. I walk back to my bike, where Beck waits with his stoic frown on full display. "Do you need me to kill Cabel?" That's the problem with Beck. He's too much like Beast. For both of them the only way to solve a problem is by killing it. Beck needs to learn to knock a head sideways without death as a correlating factor. "No, and if you touch him without my consent, the human will have two trainers."

" You know Phoenix...I was kind of surprised about something " " I was kind of shocked by the fact that Axion... didn't kill you and you were even brave enough to hug despite him being a beast. Normally, whenever Axion turns into a beast, I, Kelsey, Tamara, and Lola will do everything we can to make sure we hide from him, we make sure he doesn't find us... " But why? " Phoenix asked. " Because, whenever he's in that state...he can't differentiate who is who. He just doesn't recognize who his loved ones or family are. To him,... we're all nothing but preys, ready to be devoured anytime soon. But that isn't the case with you "

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

Beast I pack a small bag, taking only necessary things for both me and Hunter, who keeps watching me like a hawk. He’s playing with his toy robot, jumping on the bed, clearly excited at the prospect of seeing his father. I’ve told him about Leo, explained everything to him, including why he can’t see him yet and why it’s so important to stay away from werewolves and the pack for a while. He can’t control his strength yet, so he could hurt someone if he’s not careful, since we’re stronger than them. Despite him being almost 5, he is half-werewolf, half-Undead, so he’s way stronger than most people. I don’t even remember how many times he’s unintentionally hurt someone while hugging or playing