Weakest Beast Novels & Stories

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

Cephina continued her explanation, “Conscious beasts are very challenging to tame and even harder to kill. I think it’s as strong as a low-ranked sorcerer now that it’s shown its ultimate form,” “What?” she exclaimed in disbelief. “Demon beasts are usually very strong. Even a baby can be as strong as a low-ranked certified wizard, Lavana. This one couldn’t be tamed and neither killed. I guess it was just put here as a guard to prevent intruders from getting further. The others you killed are just it’s meat shield,” “Okay. You know its weak point?” “Same as a wolf’s,” “Okay,” “Defeat it without using any ability related to your other two forms,” Cephina said before going back to slumber.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

In his case, he could now be considered a Beast Trainer. "What's the most powerful beast?" Samuel asked curiously. "Master, the Beast Hunting Competition will be held in the Dragon-rocky Mountains this time. The strange beasts there are relatively elementary. I heard that the most powerful one is only a three-star strange beast. If you want to see the most powerful one, you have to go to the Dark Forest. At the border of the Three Kingdoms, I heard that there are only nine-star strange beasts in the Dark Forest," Huang Xiaoyong said.

On the day of the Dragon Bloodline Awakening at the Magic Academy, I became the laughingstock of the entire school. Lucia, the most popular girl in our year, awakened the rare Phantom Dragon, while my boyfriend, Miles, resonated with the noble Frost Dragon. As for me? My entire skin was covered in a thick layer of brown mud. I looked like a stray beggar. Pictures of my disastrous awakening were pinned to the top of the academy’s forum. The comment section was howling. "Covered in mud... definitely the lowest-tier Swamp Dragon!" "Oh my god, a Swamp Dragon Knight? Might as well be a normal person!" "Can she please wear a mask from now on? Just looking at her makes me want to throw up my dinner

I circled wide, growling low, every hair on my body bristling as Caelan and Ven tore into the rogues with deadly precision. Ven was pure destruction, all muscle and snarl and brutal strength. He grabbed one by the collar and smashed him into the ground with a crack that sent birds fleeing from the trees. Caelan didn’t roar—he didn’t need to. He was silent, lethal. His wolf form was massive, a dark blur of silver and coal, fangs flashing as he locked jaws with the rogue who’d tried to pin me. Their bodies hit the ground hard, Caelan on top, claws ripping down the rogue’s side in a blur of motion too fast to follow.

It's quite impossible to kill them. "Nearly?" Kane raised an eyebrow in question. Seren gave a nod. "The only weakness they have is in their hearts. But it's a death sentence to come close enough. "Excellent," I whispered. "As if we already had too much to handle." As the Night Beasts charged, their roars trembling the earth, we braced ourselves. I concentrated my energies and blasted them with light, but it did nothing more than slow them down. "They're too strong, Kane!" I yelled.

“You’re too weak.” Henry gripped his stick. Hard. I clenched my clipboard, wishing for once I could disappear more than I already did. The game only got worse. Xavier scored again. And again. And again. By the time the referee blew the final whistle, the scoreboard might as well have flashed: XAVIER BLAKE OWNS THIS RINK. I watched Henry throw his helmet into the bench. He hated losing. But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell.

My chest tightened painfully. “How many?” “Too many.” Aisha crossed her arms. “The creature tore through the outer districts.” “Several patrols were wiped out.” “And civilians?” Zira’s silence answered that question. My stomach twisted. “The Beast is getting bolder,” Krager said quietly. “It’s not just hunting anymore.” “It’s targeting the pack.” Zira nodded. “Yes.” My mind raced through the possibilities. Selene is weakening the defences. The Beast is attacking repeatedly. The storms. The earthquakes.

One of the wolves steps up to me, growling for me to stop. A massive mansion appears nearby. It’s three stories high, dark, and painted-chipped with vines growing on it from years of no maintenance. Glass-stain windows display beautiful angel designs. It’s like the dark castle from Beauty and the Beast, and I’m Belle. Am I supposed to fall for the Beast? Can I change him from his ruthless ways? I laugh in my head at the thought. Yeah right.