Weakest Beast Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"I know you are strong, you are probably one of strongest nonhumans but you have one weakness." "And what's that?" I ask even though I suspect I already know the answer. Slowly, his other hand moves from to my shoulder to my chest. He places his hand against my beating heart. "You have a heart and it beats for him. He is going to be your downfall." "You don't know that." I say, a little defensively. I can't help it, it's in my nature to get defensive where Sky is concerned.

By choosing a partner rather than sticking with the one fate gifted you, you’ll be happy, but you won’t be as strong or as complete as you should be. Any beast can be bonded. Bonds are aware of ranks although some beasts reject a bond with a beast that is of a lower rank than they are, but that’s just ridiculous. Every person has his own strengths and weaknesses no matter what your rank. You could be a Sire and be a total dickhead or a worker with a heart of gold.

She didn't feel humiliated, because she knew this would happen. To Aztec, Beatrice would always come first, and frankly, Sandra wasn't going to try and come between them. She didn't want to be in her fantasies of a prince charming because as long as she was human and the wolves despised her, there was just no way she would ever get comfortable and claim she was one of them.

The alpha animal was always the strongest and the beta animal the second strongest. The Omegas were also part of the pack, because they fought as a team. However, the weakest of the whole pack was always chosen to be expelled to the human world so that the family wouldn't have to have this weakness. I knew it, our history says so. I trained for so long without accomplishing anything to become stronger. I lifted weights, ran for miles, but my wolf form was always so thin, in the bones, small and with such fragile fangs. I was useless to defend anything, at the first sign of a fight I'd die.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The villagers were no match for his godlike strength. The forest trembled beneath the clash of titans, the very earth groaning under the weight of their titanic struggle. Fen, the behemoth of a werewolf, stood towering over his adversaries, his fangs bared in a feral snarl, his eyes glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. The warriors of the Gaia clan, once proud and valiant, now lay scattered, their bodies broken and their spirits crushed. Even Anya, the revered alpheno guardian, had fallen before Fen's overwhelming might.

The only actual strength they obtain is the strength of black magic; however, the forbidden spells of the witches are much stronger than the spells of black magic witches. “You brought hell upon yourself, Beckett,” I growl, approaching him. That bastard just killed a werewolf. I move faster towards him and I can tell that I caught his attention because he turns around to face me. He is such a cocky asshole. He thinks he’s invincible, but he’s not. All men like him end up in hell. He isn’t better than anyone and he isn’t the strongest one out there; he needs to realize that. “You're not the only invincible one out here!” He smirks as we both crash into each other, I try to use any of my power

Chapter 18: Contracting a Beast GUARDIAN beast, a beast in any level that got tamed and entered a blood contract with its master. Spirit beast, the lowest and weakest level of a guardian beast that anyone could try taking and succeed. Usually, their kinds were being used by hunters or mercenaries to practice on. Sacred beast, the stronger version of a spirit beast. If a normal person wanted to tame one, he would have a little hard time but if he was a little stronger, he'd probably succeed.