White Bewilderbeast Novels & Stories

It was full of overlapping unearthly figures. I bobbed my head. "Game," I said after I assessed. "The blue one is Isla's. Rhyme designed the gray one. The red and black were painted by Boston. The pink and yellow was owned by Thunder," I guessed. "Yuck!" Thunder immediately reacted. "I'm not that weird to paint such colors! I'm not the cheesy one who will choose your favorite colors..." Thunder was not able to finish what she was about to say when Rhyme faked a cough.

Ruby babbled to the crow. "Caaaww!" it answered back. "I think I look crazy. I'm talking to a bird and I can understand a cat monster. Fine, Uncle Venrir I'm coming." Ruby put on her shoes and followed the bird as he flew to the forest. The crow went off the track so she had to trail her way on the uneven and jagged ground. The bird led her deeper into the forest where the trees are thicker and the foliage is bigger allowing almost no light to pass at all to light her way. Several times she lost sight of the bird so she just paused and waited for Venrir to find her, which he always does and brought her further and further into the unknown. The forest soon lost the sound of the chirping birds

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

[Abyssal force: 40/40] [Attack: 10] [Defense: 9] [Dexterity: 10] [Agility: 12 (+1)] [Intelligence: 2] Skills: Banshee scream Lv 1 (10 AF) (v) + An ungodly scream that alerts allied units and stuns the opponent (25% chance) Bite (5 AF) Lv 1 (v) + Empowers Bite attacks Pica Lv 1 (v) + Ability to eat and digest non-edible things and absorb them for nutrition. Eco-location. (Passive) Lv1 (v) + The effective use of sound waves to detect terrain, objects or creatures. [Affinities]: None (select one on the troop management screen) The next one was Beenedict. He looked like evil and blind version of Beedrill, with his purple and black colors instead of the normal yellow ones. A purple mane covering

The vendor glanced warily left and right, confirming no one was watching, before gesturing for the beastkin to approach. This was a wolfhound beastkin. He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When he stood, he blocked out the bar lights, which cast a shadow over me. Before I could react, the vendor yanked the crude collar around his neck, forcing him to his knees before removing the rusty muzzle.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

Thorin chuckled. “Sparrow?” I turned to my mate. “He is a cat hybrid shifter. We met when I was near the end of my spiral, and he came with me when I met this pack. He is our eyes in the trees. He has been assigned to watch over you whenever I cannot do so.” Beast answered cautiously. I was prideful with my hunts. I was upset about the intrusion, but also touched by the thought of having him look out for me during my hunts. I’ve never had anyone protect me before.

Please. For a moment, nothing changed. Kael continued his dance of death, tearing through another wave of soldiers with mechanical precision. His eyes remained that endless, burning amber. Then—I felt something. A flicker of recognition, like a spark of consciousness briefly breaking through the haze. His head turned. Just slightly. Just enough to look in my direction. But his eyes didn't focus on me. They looked through me, past me, unable to truly see me through the red veil of the beast.

There was a bit of distance between us, but I could still see it, and clearly this time too. I was at a complete loss of words. Fear has me in a chokehold, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to move. The beast looked like a disfigured wolf to start with, and that was me simply being mild. Horns protruded from the each temple, and with its ragged fur and almost non-existent body part, one would have thought he got stuck with shifting. It bared it's fangs, revealing another shade of red that could be recognized as blood. I yelled at the top of my voice as I scrambled to get up on my feet. As I pressed into the ground and pushed myself away from him, I didn't miss the

King seriously judged Hana, who had a firm grasp of the win at first, but after the match between Hana and Kristen, King realized that Hana was not a mediocre person. King whistled three times in a row, crawling out of the hands of a strangely shaped beast. It is a bird with four legs, white neck feathers, and a whole black body. It is a second-level beast in the process of evolution, and in the Quansib, only two people own their beasts: Mr. D. Bean and Mr. Cusia. Everyone is talking about it; the spirit beast is a wisdom animal. It is not dominated by humanity, especially those who see it only as a control tool. The beast has five layers of strength awakening; depending on the species, the