Unscientific Beast Taming Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness. Xavier stared at her figure one last time before he could leave. She looked so beautiful and peaceful while asleep. He couldn't wait to take her again and show her all the things he could do but first he had to make sure that it was safe. He turned to the door and walked out of the room letting his beast out when he was out of sight and in the woods. He could pick a scent that he knew did not belong to any member of his pack and he followed it.

And all the nearby people came to see the show. They all were mesmerized by my looks and Alpha Sioux was just stunned by my Wolf look. 'She is the most beautiful wolf' I heard their minds almost everyone was gawking at me. Alpha Sioux gulped his saliva and his wolf also want to shift and take control but he control himself and I wanted to attack this b*tch Sara ' What the hell did she think of herself she was so stunned and traumatized that she fainted and Lesa went to nuzzle Alpha Sioux. He commands her to shift and she looks around, he understood and removes his jacket and said to take lady Sara to her room and call the doctor.

he murmured, his nose once again finding its home in the crook of my neck. Then the world dissolved into a symphony of horror and awe. The sickening noise of bones cracking and flesh rearranging filled the air, a wet, visceral cacophony that made me gag. Annabelle and Jim’s bodies contorted, expanding, their limbs elongating until fur erupted from their skin and they dropped onto four paws. Two howls split the air. Where they had stood, two massive wolves now towered over me. One, a behemoth of dark brown fur streaked with gold, had eyes the color of molten amber. The other was a vision of pure white, save for a single black toe, her eyes the color of glacial ice.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

“Breaking you would be too easy.” He stepped closer, his body brushing hers. “I’d rather brand you.” She swallowed hard, voice hoarse. “Then do it. If you’re going to ruin me… don’t half-finish the job.” The tension snapped. He grabbed her wrist—not roughly, but with the kind of force that said there would be no more pretending between them. His mouth found hers in a brutal, claiming kiss that wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t tender. It was the kiss of a man unhinged, a man who had run from his feelings too long and finally decided to burn in them.

Remember the snake bite? Although I was ashamed of what I had done, I couldn’t really change my past. “I am. And I also experimented on supernaturals for the government for a couple of months.” I wasn’t afraid to admit what I did because I studied advanced medicine for wolves. “I’m not too sure if you have encountered breeders in your research, but I want to inform you in case old age gets to me and I become too senile to remember,” she said rather dramatically. I almost spat out the bits of cookie in my mouth to laugh.

My body trembled, but I forced myself not to move. Shit. I could feel the snake near my feet. Oh God. Is anyone really going to save me? I closed my eyes tightly. I did not want to see myself get bitten by a poisonous snake. Then I heard a crack. I opened my eyes and saw the snake turn away, slithering toward the sound. A rabbit appeared from the bushes. I sighed in relief. I was no longer the target. But I also felt bad. That rabbit was now the snake's lunch.

Mad, "less bloodthirsty." "Why?" She leaned towards him, her eyes gleaming and forcing him to shift back awkwardly, "Do you want to name me?" "Name you?" Issac swallowed. "Yes. You should name me." No, he should not. The first rule of beast Taming was never to name a beast else you wouldn't be able to part from it. It was yours from the moment on. Issac knew that he should not do it yet her gaze implored him and the name slipped from his tongue.

Just relentless torment. Enduring heat was one thing, but this was something else. My bones burned as if they were being rubbed down with sandpaper. Hot tears rolled down my face, impairing my vision. Sharp teeth sliced through my gums, filling my mouth with the metallic taste of blood. My nose and jaw stretched forth from my skull, undergoing a metamorphosis that defied all medical science. Coarse brown hair erupted through each follicle, and my limbs bent into what should have been impossible angles. They moved beneath my skin like motorized parts of a shape-shifting robot. Then, as they met their resistance, they snapped and reconnected elsewhere. My back arched as I squirmed in agony. I

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.