Two Beasts Or Not To Beast Novels & Stories

With words. "Why do you think they are unshaken?" He turned back sharply at me, and asked, surprised. "What? What do you mean?" "Can't you see that despite all of the chaos around here those sets of beasts are so unbothered?" His shoulder stooped as he intently looked at the remaining five beasts, which I had noticed were a far different version from the rest. "And, why is that?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Because, they want to catch us. Not dead, but alive and tired."

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."

That statement from my mother rang inside my head like a bell, and I quickly clutched my head tight while trembling. I felt Jaden hug me tight as he was asking what was wrong with me, but his voice sounded distant and faint. "If you don't save them, this will be their fate. Not even your mate will be spared!" The words from the so-called beast inside me echoed alongside my mother's voice, taunting me and forcing me to shriek. "I am your second beast. You just have to be strong till I rise." That was what the beast had said to me afterwards, and hearing it again now, I realized it must be that same beast that I felt its movement inside me earlier.

"Scared?" Am I? I drag my head in a sluggish shake. "Be honest, Ella. This beast is no joke when it comes to this. And I don't want regrets. So tell me honestly. Are you ready for this?" I swallow hard, gawking at him, while he awaits for my response. It's too hot in here, suddenly. I'm burning. And I love this beast, as he calls himself. So...

"And cleaner too." "How did Ms. Beast do with the double attack?" He pulls me closer and stares into my eyes, searching for my Warrior side. I slowly blink and allow King a peek. "She still insists I kill you, though this time she wanted Beck's blood too." He laughs because he argues with his beast side all the time and truly understands the duality of what I'm going through. Beast is our animal side and when stressed, our beasts think the solution to fighting is death to our opponent. My beast complicates things when the death she wants is my mate's. I don't actually think Ms. Beast would kill him, but she does love the chase regardless of whose side she's on.

Whether Andrius controlled one beast or several, as soon as the beasts approached the Immortal Palace with a sword, it exploded without touching the keyhole, dying instantly. Everyone’s expressions darkened. Andrius frowned deeply. “What’s going on?” “Logically, beasts are living beings too. They’re no different from the fiend tribe expert before. Why is the result different?” “Yes, it shouldn’t be like this!” “Andrius, explain.” Everyone looked at Andrius expectantly. Andrius thought for a long time and said, “The only difference between the beasts and the fiend clan expert earlier is that beasts lack intelligence, but the fiend clan expert had achieved cultivation. Thus...”

‘It mentions beasts twice, which has to be the bulls, right? ‘I’d assume so.’ I agreed, ‘Let's say the poem is about the beasts. So, one beast is compassionate and kind, the other is well—evil. So, to recover what was lost, we have to choose one of them. Does that sound right to you?’ ‘I guess it makes sense. Like I said, I’m not one for poetry.’ Rayna shrugs, ‘I suppose the bigger issue is which one is the good bull and which one is the evil bull?’

Philip said in exasperation. “Those two are spirit beasts,” Roscoe said. Philip was taken aback and asked, “How do you know?” “My family runs a spirit beast store. They have clear eyes and generally won't hurt anyone.” Roscoe picked up a flaming torch and threw it into the open space. The lizards scrambled to give chase, and one of them ran back to Roscoe with the torch in its mouth. Roscoe continued, “Demon beasts are generally huge with red eyes. They’ll hurt people on sight and can’t be tamed. There are far fewer demon beasts than spirit beasts.”

Therefore, the current urgent task was to seek peace with the beasts. After all, the conflict between beasts and humans was an internal conflict within the continent. If daemons succeeded in their invasion, once humans were exterminated, it would be the beasts' turn next. The principle of interdependence should be understood by the beast leaders. Furthermore, the current beast swarm was an internal conflict among the beasts rather than a grudge against humans. It was merely a process of following natural laws.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.