Weakest Beast Tamer Novels & Stories

Beast said to both of us. “I know,” Fenrir answered. “But you guys are still inferior to me when it comes to powers and abilities.” I grimaced while closing my eyes, but he wasn’t wrong. Among the three of us, Fenrir was the strongest and cruellest one. If it weren’t for Valerie’s spell and my great-grandfather’s command over him, he would have suppressed Beast and me a long time ago. “What’s going on, Beast?” I asked Beast through mind-link when the pain in my chest started spreading all over my body.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

I could almost hear Vincent's voice rising in time with the reddening of his face as he called me stupid for taking weapons along with me. But The Viper needed to know I was no pushover. I might be doing this to make amends but I was not going to grovel. “You don't pack light do you?” One of the searchers sneered as he found the garotte fastened to my belt. I smiled at him, showing teeth. It didn't have the same effect it had on the rookie whose eyes were wide open, staring at the contents being removed from my body. This one was definitely more experienced and older than I was. His head was completely bald and a snake tattoo ran from his chest to twist around his neck, up his temple and end

“My brother froze during a bell tone last week. He’s a border tech. He didn’t remember the hour after. He thought he’d been drugged. He didn’t know his own name when they found him.” The room paused. “He’s not hybrid,” she added. “He’s a regular wolf. Twenty-two. No prior instability. It’s spreading, and we don’t know how far it’s already gone.” “What do you suggest we do then?” Margrave asked. “If even wolves like him are susceptible, do we contain them too?” Daelin’s voice cracked. “Don’t throw away the only person who came back with answers. Amelia isn’t the problem. She’s the only part of this we’ve seen resolve.”

But now that she had a chance to live again, she would not hold back or show mercy. … One day, Alaric and Hilda summoned Selene over to talk to her. "Selly, you've had that wolfman with you for some time now. Why haven't you formed a pact with him yet?" Hilda asked. Upon subduing a beastman, a beast tamer could form a pact with said beastman. If the beastman willingly formed a pact with the beast tamer, the latter would gain some of the beastman's powers. Though they wouldn't be as powerful as the beastman, it would still set them apart from ordinary people.

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.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

Casey pulls me from my thoughts though and drags me down to the tree line. “Ember, Damian may not completely be a demon.” He says. I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He made it to Royalty class level no problem but he’s not Lucifer, Belphegor, Asmodous or any of the seven deadly sins. But I sense that I’m missing something!” “What do you need from him?” I asked. “Well I need a sample from him and since his stamina is stupidly high and he can take on anything from being crushed by a planet, I need a… you know?” Casey awkwardly puts a hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

I won't be able to run away from my pursuer with this wound now, so I turn around, ready to fight. Then I see my attacker in full view. The moon is shining on his dark brown coat, illuminating his threatening stance, his light blue, almost white eyes pierce mine, his teeth bared at me, showing huge canines covered in my blood. A wild snarl escapes his throat and I know I will never win a fight against this beast. So I do what my pride hates me for - I lay on my side, expose my belly and my neck to him and hope for the best. Maybe if I look small and powerless, he will leave me alone. It is my only chance now.

James sent a glance in Xatiaʼs direction. Adair furrowed her brows. “These monsters are all high-ranking monsters, though. Can someone really control them?” “Beast tamers can.” Xatia continued, “The Timaeus Sect has a beast tamer at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation. That person can control monsters.” “Abelard?” Adair exclaimed, “He’s here?!” “Think about it,” James said, “We killed those four Yuraeceon Daelm Rankʼs Ninth Tribulation monsters, but we couldn’t find any of their Genesis Cores.”