Weakest Beast Tamer Novels & Stories

Our senses awaken from the age of fourteen with enhanced hearing, eyesight, smell, healing and strength. Up until the age of seventeen we are all equal and depending on the beast you get your rank within the lair will determine your future. Sires usually get an indigo beast and rarely a violet one. A violet beast is the strongest one and you are feared and revered when you are blessed with one. Blue beasts are usually a sign that you will be a good second commander or just second in command of the liar, like the co-captain. Green beasts are specialized, they become doctors, trackers, investigators and so forth.

"Berserker needs to eat." Knowing I should just leave it alone, I asked the question. "Berserker?" Asher gave me a toothy smile. "My bear: Berserker. Your tiger is Junior. Taryk's panther is Smoke. Atlas' wolf is Mr. Hyde. Ransom is Tonto. And Saint is Ten." He made a face at the last man. "You took all my fun by already having a name for your inner beast." "Thank Gaia for that," Saint said.

Jeremy quizzed, the beast although without a head on its neck was still standing on its feet as though alive, following his question was the strangest of sights that rendered the three boys speechless, the once headless best had suddenly grown a head, however, like before it wasn't that of a snake, it was the head of a goat having three eyes, one at it's middle and two at its side and a pair of massive red horn, it was a goat baring long canines with a mouth wide enough to consume a fully grown man, it had a venomous Silva dripping from it's forked tongue which slithered like a snake's and instinctively the three boys leaped backward in defense. "I can see but yet it's still hard to believe,

But I guess I made it so obvious because I felt responsible for what happened in the store and my weakness didn’t help either. I want to be strong. I want to be an asset to this pack. I want them to see me in a different light, not like my old pack did. But each time I try, I fail. “We aren’t making any progress here, Tamara. You need to make peace with your wolf and just fix this rift. Try to talk with her because, like this, you won’t achieve anything.” The head enforcer said tiredly, then he turned around and dismissed everyone that was training for the next hunt.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

Rebel collapsed, her massive form trembling, power dimming to a faint, steady glow. Elijah caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her great head against his chest as if she were the most precious thing in existence. Dakota knelt beside her, hands shaking as he stroked her fur with the reverence of a father touching his child for the first time. Amber crawled closer, sobbing uncontrollably, reaching out with trembling fingers. And behind them— Alpha Alex groaned weakly from the dirt. Broken. Helpless. Alive. He watched in horror as two Kings and a Luna knelt before the creature he had abused, tormented, and tried to destroy.

He sinisterly stared at the bloodstain on my dress, growling in Wolfish, "Damn it! I'd wasted so much time raising her, and now, she had to let me down at the most crucial point in time?" Still, he stood back up and folded his sleeves back, still speaking in Wolfish. "We'll let her rest for another week until all of her menstrual blood is clear. Then we will make our move when the moon is full. Her flesh will be even more nourishing for us, then." I'd played my cards right after all. These beasts were very particular about taste. Felix crouched again and picked me up from the ground rather harshly. Then, he began striding upstairs while still pretending to be gentlemanly with his words.

They walked toward Tee’s BMW XM sports car and got in, fastening their seatbelts. “Will you move into my condo until you heal? I’ll take care of you,” Tee asked in a concerned tone. “I’ll be fine, Tee. Thanks for being there for me… what would I have done without you, bestie?” Pat replied with a faint smile, trying to sound grateful. Tee felt a little embarrassed, though relieved at the same time. “I haven’t really done anything,” he said softly. “I just feel guilty watching you stay in this state for so long. I’ll get you out of it soon. You’ll be happy again, I promise.”

Girl #101 human pack leader 12 broke dagger - to be #101 sold - almost 13 - said beast size protecting size. "I broke dagger that killed last quintuple 400 years ago Day 9 - was to be #101 sold - now have home door closed safe - village - mouse human home to village village food sharing village law protecting smallest - village needs beast size to protect village - village needs beasts - five beasts 150 pounds each protect village - beast size is protecting size - I am human pack leader 12 - I need beast size? I am not beast size - I am human 12 - but I can be protected by beast size - five beasts protect me - beast size protects smallest - I am small human - beast size protects me."

"I've already contacted a wolf healer. He's coming this afternoon." "A wolf healer?" I frowned. "Sarah, we're hiding from the packs. We can't expose ourselves." "I know." She patted my hand reassuringly. "But this healer is reliable. He specializes in treating wolves on the run. Totally confidential." At three in the afternoon, a middle-aged man arrived at the cabin. He looked ordinary, but his eyes were professional and sharp. "I'm Dr. Greene," he said, putting down his medical bag. "Who needs an examination?"