Beastars Hybrids Novels & Stories

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

“Well, you definitely aren't in Kansas anymore. And you don't have to deal with lions, tigers, and bears.” “Nope, just wolves, vampires, and bad boys-” “Oh my.” We say in unison, making us both chuckle. “So, can I see Morana's wolf?” I ask him, curious if they look the same in beast form as they do in human form. Andras shakes his head. “She doesn't have a wolf.” “But I thought you said that you were both hybrids.” I say, confused.

Upon seeing that he wasn't there beside her, she followed the king further inside the town hall. Leera had no intention to get inside the basilica at all but she was struck with vision again that she stood rigid among the crowds. Her eyes turned into the slit as she stared in blankness. After a few minutes, she gasped in horror, seeing that the bride will be attacked by a beast at that very moment. The vision showed her blood splurging everywhere on the floor but she can't locate where the bride will be mangled. It might be distorted due to the dark warp. If the beast can conjure a dark warp to isolate its prey, then it is a strong predator. In the study of those hybrid reptiles, the hunters

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

I ask with a glare. “She’s the most special kind of hybrid there is and the only one in existence. She is a white wolf with golden eyes as I presume you are as well given your eye color. You are the only two in existence and it’s quite amazing how you ended up being mates. Luna is also a witch and the demon queen.” Amelia says and I notice Luna flinch at her words out of the corner of my eye.

"That bitch Vex emptied her entire perimeter for this!" He wasn't lying. Through the blown gate, Vex’s horde poured in like an absolute tide of meat and metal. There were scarred, rabid wolves the size of small trucks, roaring rogue humans armed with makeshift shotguns, and cutting through the center were things that made my blood turn to pure ice. Hybrids. Massive, pale-skinned monsters with elongated limbs and hollow gold eyes—the exact same genetic footprint as Ezra, but twisted, scarred, and wearing Thorne’s laboratory branding on their necks. Vex had stolen his data. She had stolen his stock.

She knows I don’t want to know anything that happens with her and the others. Not only that, but Alpha King Gabriel has brought in countless troops from the kingdom overseas and we’ve all been getting out of school three hours early every day and spending extra efforts on training for war. His brother will be surprised to know that Gabriel has his own horde of witch/werewolf hybrids. That most of them all have crescent moons on their foreheads puts me at ease with Annalise’s. Theirs are smaller, however. “Get your hands off of me. I don’t fuck around anymore.”

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

Its presence silenced the battlefield as it stepped into view—a beast of muscle and malice, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. “What is that?” she demanded, keeping her stance firm even as her wolves faltered. Elijah’s gaze darkened. “The Architect’s experiment. A hybrid... like me, but worse.” The beast moved with terrifying speed, covering the distance to the heart of the battlefield in a single stride. It struck the ground with one clawed hand, sending a shockwave that knocked Annabel and several others off their feet. She scrambled up, barking orders. “Form up! Protect the wounded!”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.