4 Sacred Beasts Novels & Stories

I take in a breath and pray that my goddess hears me, “Mummu Tiamat Muallidat Gimrisun. Ummu Ubur Patlqat Kalama. Hear Thy Names. Thalatth-Omoroca-Tauthe-Mummu Tiamat UMMU KHUBUR! I call to the depths of the abyss, to the return of your dark waters. That and enter your coils, O primal goddess! Let us return for a time into the embrace. Let our dreams take the nightmarish forms of composite beasts. Let us take the knowledge you offer, great dragon! Come to me!”

Now I wasn't sure why love that demanded constant suffering was considered holy at all. And the most terrifying part was this: I no longer knew whether losing my faith frightened me more, or losing Matteo did.

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?

"Millions? You don't look like you're worth the price." Clayton stood, eyeing Salem with interest. "Do you know where to bite down on your throat to make someone quiet?" Clayton took a step forward. "Or how to make a beastkin vanish without a trace? Only a lowly beastkin like me would know, right?" Salem sensed the warning bells. He took a nervous step back, his tail flicking anxiously. "What are you trying to do?"

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going