Tragedy Fantasy Web Novels & Beast Betrayal Stories

Everyone knows the legend of the Minotaur. But that's all it is to them - a myth. And even then, the myth only tells the tale of a monster slain by a hero. Has anyone bothered to ask the supposed monster for his side of the story? Of course not. And I should know. I am that "monster." I am Asterion, The Minotaur, and the first of my kind. And this is my story. You can decide for yourself who the monster truly is.

Eleand Altierra considers himself the luckiest man alive. He is a young multi-billionaire business tycoon from a well-known family, and he is married to a hot supermodel. But a series of unfortunate events happen in his life—it involves him in a vehicular accident with his sister. When he regains consciousness, he is in a strange place. The creatures he sees around are not entirely human—their beauties are ethereal; some have wings and deadly weapons! He is in Erganiv. A hidden realm wherein distinct races of faeries live. Eleand needs to come back home because he is just a lowly human unfit to stay in their world. But he discovers the dark secrets lurking in his blood, and his quest for survival begins. Will he abandon his humanity? Because in this magical world, he found his mate…

I shivered in the darkness, the air stale, damp and cold making goosebumps appear on my bare skin. The low rumbles and huffs which were coming from behind made me a little scared, and I knew the beast was still there, watching me with interest. I knew screaming and calling for help was futile since my voice was already hoarse for trying to scream the past few hours, but the only thing to be heard was my echo, and the snarl that followed next. I heard it shift and felt it's soft fur brush against my body and skin. I swallowed hard and held in my voice. The more it leaned in, the more my heart beat wildly, and I tried to move away from it. It's warm breath brushed against my cold skin making me shiver in response. I couldn't see but I had an idea what it wanted. I kept resisting but it was much stronger than I was, easily able to pull my thin legs apart. It showed it's dominance as a way to make me submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast said, at least at that minute. But everything changed when I felt it's big head dip between my legs, easily parting them to the extreme, and a rough, yet soft , in my opening. I couldn't help the moan that left my lips. The was long, rough, and filled me to the brim, and that's when I knew I was in . The beast wanted to breed with me.