Weakest Beast Novels & Stories

A victorious smile flashed across Luna’s face as he reminded Lucas, “Its weakness is its eyes.” Lucas hadn’t expected such a troublesome beast to appear in the back mountain. It seemed to be a mid-level ferocious beast from the Dark Forest, stronger than any they had dealt with before. Even with Ben’s help, defeating it was difficult. Had it been hiding in the shadows all along, waiting for the right moment? As his strength was about to give out just like Ben’s, Luna’s reminder was like a lifeline. Lucas and Ben focused their attacks on the beast’s eyes.

For the sake of beating their opponents, they were willing to resort to any means necessary, including using beasts. Unbeknownst to them, however, the beasts had other plans. The beasts that were at their peak were no less intelligent than humans. The strongest beast in Chaos City was a Black-scaled Tiger. Its natural-born technique was at the upper ultimate god realm, thus most of the warriors were no match for the tiger at all. It was also quick-witted with more than enough intelligence to scheme against humans.

I repeated, feeling a shiver of fear run down my spine. "Yes," said Mr. James. "It's a powerful creature, with incredible strength and speed. But it also has a weakness." So I was wondering if Mr. James had a book of the beasts when every time I asked him for help, he always provides me with the monster's weaknesses just like in the incident when Jackson and I met a Chimera. "What weakness?" I asked eagerly. "Bait," he said simply. "Bait?" I repeated, feeling confused. "Yes," said Mr. James. "A Behemoth can be lured out of hiding with the right kind of bait. And once it's out in the open, it's vulnerable. You can capture it, contain it, and destroy it."

Then, I said mockingly, "Out of all the employees in the same batch as us, you're the one with the least capabilities. You don't know how to do anything other than make coffee and run errands. "So, with how incapable you are, and how narrow your field of sight is, you can't think of anything else except resorting to despicable methods to get what you want. "Just play your part and continue being a pretty face. One day, you'll be amazed by what you see."

"We believed they were mutilated beyond recognition. This happened one month after Zach coronation. We didn't understand the beast, then." You still don't! I want to say this out loud but don't. "But we learned he can't be out on a full moon. It was a big headache for him and the rest of us who knows. The beast is dangerous. Even if Justin finds him tonight, he can't do anything but watch from afar, and speed up the damage control. That's all he can do. You wanna know what happened the last time he was out on a night like this? The kingdom was terribly shaken many months after that night. That's what happened."

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.

A sharp collective intake of breath followed his voice, my own breath caught in my throat, remembering all the rumored whispers I'd heard about the beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who went feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same. Some whispered he was stuck in a half-wolf transformation, locked away in his castle. Others claimed he was a monster, his presence enough to drive humans mad and wolves feral. I flinched when my father's gaze slid to mine, and I immediately lowered my head. "Raven, you will go as a replacement to your sister as the beast's betrothed."

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.