Unscientific Beast Taming Novels & Stories

This tiger had truly struck gold—to recover completely from such fatal injuries. The moment the three of them stepped back through the doorway, the male beasts waiting outside swarmed them like a hive of bees, their eyes burning with an intense hunger for answers. "Hey, female! Why aren't you afraid of the cold?" "Yeah! Can you share your secret? We are willing to buy the method with beast crystals!" Lucas, holding Ben with one arm while shielding Clar with the other, felt his temper explode instantly under the crowding. "Back off! You're crushing my female master!"

The blondie screamed and Jason rolled off the bed in a tangle of cold, wet sheets, shivering and looking utterly confused. I sat down on the bedside table, smirking and admiring my handiwork. To my annoyance, the blondie kept on screaming. I slapped her across the face and she was silent. "Get out." I said with an edge in her voice. The blondie took one look at my face and saw that I wasn't messing around. She quickly picked up her clothes and underwear from the floor and sped out of the room. Having dealt with the blondie, I turned to face Jason who still hadn't gotten his wits about him. I walked over to him and quickly realized that apart from the wet bed sheets, Jason was stark naked.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I was fighting a reddish-brown wolf myself so I couldn’t really look at what the human was doing on a battlefield full of wolves and secretly hoping that he was not one of our own. I managed to put the reddish-brown wolf to the ground, next to his friends, and looked around, searching for that human male I’d seen earlier. That was when I saw that this human was in fact carrying a sword with what looked like two snakes made out of iron on its hilt. This human must be insane if he thought that a mere sword would suffice in wolves’ fight. A grey wolf, similar to Dmitry’s but had a red stripe on his body lunged at me and I quickly used my power to capture him midair and then threw him against th

I remember him yesterday as an aggressive man—and a man who hates me for being here. "I can't do that, if you have your tradition, the southeast clan do have one too. It is to hide the bride's face until the wedding happens." It's not real but It's the only way I can think to convince him. If this reason is not believable then I think I can't do anything about it. "Well, I'm your future alpha and do you think I do mind about those rules—" "Alpha Lucas, we need you. The rogues are wandering around the western borders and some of them did harm our livestock."

Something made-up of metal as well as glass. Something like... Lantern. Leaving the tall man, the beast jumped towards the one who was holding the lantern just a second ago and... It was the first time when the hungry beast tried to satisfy his never-ending craving. His father's experiment on him to make him the most powerful Lycan King turned out wrong and his beast went wild and uncontrollable. <><>

Phoenix assured and hugged him again. × × × With the help of Corbin, Axion was transported back home. But he was locked up in the prohibited room and was chained. Glinda and Corbin didn't have any other option than to do that because of the animal and beastly characteristics that were taking over his human nature and making him go wild. He was dangerous and couldn't be let loose or else he might go about killing and tearing apart whoever he set his eyes on. Phoenix only watched helplessly as her mate was chained and caged like an animal.

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.

Everyone quickly went silent and pricked their ears up in attention, so as not to miss a single word out. “Beast taming is the art which involves sequentially caring for a beast, nurturing it, earning its trust, then become its master through the voluntary sending out of blood essence for the beast-to-master contract. It might take a few days, weeks, months, and even years. Who agrees with this?” The heavy voice of Madman Fei travelled around the hall. Everyone nodded their heads. Myself inclusive. “Nonsense!” he exclaimed, causing everyone to exchange confused looks. “That's why you all die with three to four beasts to your names!”