Among The Beasts And Briars Novels & Stories

Briar babbled. “Briar, you are a rare, special person with an important destiny. Your parents never mentioned this at any point while you were growing up?” Misha asked again. ‘Got cha!’ Misha thought, slamming the trap shut. “Briar, do you believe in the supernatural?” she asked. “Supernatural? Like vampires, ghosts, and werewolves? That kind of supernatural?” Briar asked, getting annoyed with the game of do you believe. “Werewolves are real, ancient, and lethal.” She started, but Briar cut her off.

THE BEAST Its big disgusting foot moved through the wild as it sought to take a creature into its worm-infested mouth. It was as thorough as ever owing to the many things that had come out of it loins. The animals and insects fled as he came around because it was a gruesome sight to behold. There was no-one who could have been there to understand what all these meant. It was an inexcusable thing, disgusting to say the least. His hands like big bloated wounds brushed the trees as he was in search of just one person: James.

Levi concluded as she marched out of the room, disheartening Sir Bernard from airing any more utters. ••• [Three days after] Sudden vehement, tumultuous thuds echoed throughout the darkened forest. Rain was heavily pouring down upon the galloping 'beasts'. Growls and barks that synchronised with the lightning bolt were heard in and out the tiny forest. Big hands with long, crooked nails reached over at the black-haired creature's neck, in an attempt to squeeze it till it choked.

I pressed my back harder against the wall, my breath shaking. Briar’s body fully shifted. Her fur was black, thick, and her fangs gleamed under the school’s lights. The other students didn’t stop her, no one tried to help me, no one moved. And then…she leaped straight at me and everything went black

Soup thickens, bread rises higher, laughter creeps back into the corners. One afternoon, as sunlight cuts sharp through the pines, Bram returns—filthy, exhausted, but triumphant, leading two mules loaded with sacks of flour, dried fish, and jars of pickled vegetables. He is flanked by strangers: a stooped witch with wind-burned cheeks and a young werewolf with a haunted stare.

Torches flared—and then the first cage door buckled. It wasn’t from the fire. A low, guttural roar rolled out, shaking the snow from the pines. Chains snapped like twigs, and something huge and pale surged into the open—a beast of matted fur and bone-spiked shoulders, its eyes pools of red light. The Creed hadn’t just bound monsters. They had starved them. “Fall back!” the heir ordered, but the ground shuddered as the beast slammed into the nearest rider, hurling man and horse aside like toys.

The earth shook beneath their boots, their roars echoing like thunder. … The forest swallowed them whole. Some were lucky, stumbling upon Grade B beasts early. The creatures were swift, darting through the undergrowth like shadows, but warriors cornered and brought them down with brutal efficiency. Aliyah moved differently. She listened to the crunch of leaves, to the whispers of wind bending around moving bodies. She rubbed a liquid potion over her skin, masking her scent, and climbed trees with silent precision. Every move was calculated. She found her beast near a riverbank. Crouching low, she prepared her strike. But as she inched forward, her foot cracked a branch. The beast bolted with

Finn ordered We tore strips from a cloak, wrapped them on branches, lit them with the last of Mira’s sparks We held the burning brands high The stalkers hissed, melting back into the deeper gloom They would follow, but they would not attack Not for now The hexabeast was a different problem It was huge, a monster of claws and rage It charged our line We could not dodge We had to hold “Brace!” I roared We braced The impact shook the earth Jax and Ben were thrown back The beast swiped at me I ducked, sword scoring its leg It howled, turning Its massive paw caught Finn, sending him flying into a tree

Distant, fractured, but alive. Then the forest erupted. Roots tore from the ground, trees snapping like bones. The earth convulsed as black mist poured from the crack, twisting into forms that weren’t fully wolf or human—shadows with eyes that burned crimson. Rogues, but not the kind he’d ever known. These things moved like nightmares given form. “Braxton!” Eastin’s voice cut through the roar. “We have to move!” He turned, teeth bared. “She’s down there!”

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.