White Bewilderbeast Novels & Stories

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

"Real magic not the pale imitation that your court mage practices." "Beasts cannot use magic" I said. "Only a few like Eldric have any magical ability at all." "You are right" Willem said. "Beasts cannot use magic like this." Then he began to change. His body twisted and grew taller. His skin took on a pale silvery color. His eyes turned completely black with no white showing at all. Pointed ears emerged from his hair and his fingers grew long and sharp. "What are you" I whispered. I had never seen anything like this before.

Cold sweat emerged from their backs, including Zhao. Surrounding this outer pond was a great horde of spirit beasts. Too, great. Five-spotted Antelopes lied down and slept silently while the calves of their young ones played with the cubs of their most hated species— Violent Jawed Wolves. The wolf cubs were small and furry with innocent gazes as they would run along with the lithe calves of the Antelopes that had yet to grow their horns. Flying mid-air was a flock of giant beetles that were collectively surrounded by a beautiful bluish aura. Their glowing blue wings indicated that these were actually one of the most poisonous species of the forest— Mesmerizing Beetles! The strangest thing wa

But when she heard Lucas had bought Clar four pieces of gauze she was instantly filled with envy “I only dared to buy one…” She continued chatting, describing what was sold further ahead. Then something caught Clar’s attention. “A bird beastman… selling a pile of white things.” Her eyes lit up instantly. Her tone turned urgent. “What does it look like exactly?” Mabel thought carefully. “It’s smaller than the fruits we usually eat. White… round in the middle, pointed at both ends.” She added “I tried it. It’s hard. Doesn’t taste good.” Clar froze for a moment then suddenly grabbed Mabel’s hand.

I should have made better preparations, should have prepared better and the evidence of my lack of better analysis of the situation appeared before me when a large Beowulf appeared in my path, large and foul smelling with two full rows of jagged teeth that was just as sharp and deadly as the mountain terrain, pure white fur covered it's huge muscular frame, giving it a kind of blend in with the snow save for the piercing blue eyes that gave it away. One Beowulf might have not been a problem, I'd had just about enough left ine to scare or wound it, but then it howled and from the corner of my eye I spotted two more appear from caves, and amidst the snowing, I spotted the dull shimmer of froze

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

I growled in excitement and followed the scent, not even bothering with the tracks anymore. I ran through the dense forest, barreling through until I broke into a clearing, and there it was. There was a patch of soft, golden grass that didn't belong to this forest, and right in the center stood the Spirit Gazel. It was beautiful, with antlers like white coral and eyes like liquid gold. Its coat shimmered between silver and pearl, moving like a gentle wind. I stepped forward, slowly, not wanting to startle it, and it watched me calmly as its ears twitched cautiously. But then I heard the crunch of leaves, and Grimhold emerged from the other side of the glade, his massive wolf form stepping fr

Seeing this, several members of the White Marsh royal family activated the White Marsh imprints on their bodies. Several golden lambs of different sizes jumped out, but facing the prestige of these White Marsh mythical beasts, the worms seemed unperturbed. “How could this be?” one person asked. The White Marsh mythical beasts summoned by these people were not capable of devouring other exotic beasts like the one Philip had. Seeing that they could not make the worms succumb to them, they transformed into streaks of light and burrowed back into the imprints on their owners’ bodies.