Two Beasts Or Not To Beast Novels & Stories

Thinking Damian wasn't aware of its presence, it punched. Eric Damian made an attempt as if he was going to jump head-on to the beast, but instead, he slid on the ground, and both beasts collided with one another in a horrific manner. He then extended his claws fully, stabbing one of the beasts straight into its chest, with his claws reaching for its very heart. The beast howled in great pain as Damian held its heart from inside its body. All he needed to do was pull it out, and the beast would be dead... Unlike Damian, the beasts could only heal wounded flesh, but they weren't immortals, so if vital organs like the heart or their head were to be removed, they wouldn't be able to grow back.

Isobelle Heat? Didn’t only dogs go into heat? “Didn’t you guys know this would happen days after marking her?” She shook her head from side to side, eyeing the boys as if they were all idiots. “I assume your mother sat you down and told you all about the birds and the bees? It’s mating season in Whitevale, am I right? I assume you are still part of the pack.” “B-but Isobelle is human,” Grayson spoke, sounding vulnerable. “Only she-wolves go into heat?”

As we walked to perform what we had recently rehearsed, I felt my heart pound rapidly. Suddenly, the premonition of what happened, flashed violently into my head. The killings of 300 people in total. I knew it was indeed survival of the fittest. I looked around, with my chin held up high in pride. Good thing we weren’t given any rules in this round of dance for the beast. Cause I had plans of my own. I needed a change. “I have to attract the beast at all costs,” -------

"800 beasts —" Before Caspian could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Steve wagging his fingers. "Not that many. We only used 100 beasts. If we used 800 beasts, the momentum created would be far more than an army of a thousand people, and it would be hard not to be noticed. We're not that stupid." Caspian frowned. "But how can you store eight people in a beast… Unless—" Caspian swiftly understood, and disbelief and anger appeared in his eyes. Then, he roared, "Steve, I'm going to murder you!"

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

His single eye sweeps over us coldly. “The rules are simple: survive until sunset or incapacitate your opponent,” his voice booms without any amplification. “Release the beasts!” The iron gate on the north side opens with a painful screech. From the darkness within, several level one and level two Feral Beasts emerge. They are nearly the size of elephants, with black and brown fur. Their fangs drip with venom. Their eyes glow red. And they have wings. The damn creatures hover slightly above the ground.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

They were like different, and can't be trusted. They were only bigger than the average Meiv because they had large and defined muscles, and most of their activities involved hard worked, they enjoyed doing things the hard way, and were fearful. They looked nothing like the Meivs, because they were different creatures. They were ugly and unacceptable, and that was why they were known as the Beasts, but they were the Thogwarts.

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

"In the Book of Beast II, which you should have learned in middle school, taught us about the level of beasts. [E-] is the lowest level rank beast and much easier to defeat. The strength of the beast increases toward the next rank, Rank [E], [E+], [D-] until Rank [A+]. Above Rank [A+] is called Rank [S]. While Rank [SSS], which was the highest-ranking beast, was the hardest to defeat. Even a God Class Mecha may not be able to defeat one alone. Do you understand?" Leqaria nodded. "I see. We won't see the Rank [SSS] level beast here, right?" "Pfft! Of course not. We will not be able to see it in our entire life. Such a beast appeared here, the planet itself would have disappeared a long time a