Annotate Beowulf Novels & Stories

The chances of her still standing around are not likely, but I can always follow her scent until I find her. ‘Whatever you are planning human.’ Beowulf’s voice fades away towards the end, earning a snort from me. Useless wolf can barely do anything for very long before having to take a nap. How did I get stuck with such a powerless wolf? ‘It will not work.’ Beowulf finally finishes after some time has passed.

Chapter 57 Becca picked one very long and intimidating needle. It was at least four inches long and as thick as a broomstick. She mumbled some enchantment on the needle then Injected it into Ainar's skin. Lykie's eyes widened in shock as she trembled. "You want to take her blood." "Yes." "Why?" "I told you not to ask too many questions. It's not good for you to know these things." "Why?" The more she was asked not to ask, the more Lykie wanted to know.

I lifted my head and looked up at him and he chuckled. "Did we, are we, oh fuck," I mumble closing my shining eyes. Beowulf chuckled loudly and hugged me tightly. I look over at Quinn's confusion and frown. I just mated and marked the hybrid lycan prince. Beowulf lifted me into his arms, still grinning happily at me. "I'm taking my mate to stay with me, fairy prince," he glanced at Quinn and grinned. Quinn's mouth drops open and he looks at me for clarification.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

“Even though you told me to come alone and dare tell me off for having one other person with me, you stand waiting with company of your own?” “I thought you want the kids back.” I wanted to shout at that smart remark, when Beowulf glanced at me and shook his head, silently telling me to be calm. One look at him, and I could see that he was trying to hold back his own rage at this human. “You know exactly what I mean,” he growled. “Well, I can’t be sure exactly who I am facing here. Besides, I know you got some friends looking into me. If you’ve discovered enough about me, you should know that my ‘friends’ are more of… Messengers, I suppose.”

Beowulf scoffed"hmm,I don't know what you are talking about,what's the reason behind your stupid act of interrupting my peace" "You are a coward to be an alpha,I have really heard a lot about you,am disappointed to see such a pup"Luke replied sizing him up. Alpha Beowulf was provoked with what he said,one thing werewolves especially Alphas hated was someone looking down on them,they were creatures who had pride.

I glanced nervously at the discarded sugar packets on the table. "Enough to plunge you into darkness, but not quite send you to the grave. At least, not yet." His thumb grazed his lower lip in a slow, deliberate motion, his intense gaze unwavering from mine. "Enough to make you docile, so I could take you out of here without any protest."

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

Helgar had her eyes averted, but Beowulf stared straight at her. The corners of his lips lifted in a cruel smile as he spoke, "It's a good thing they passed peacefully. Weak creatures like them always bring trouble to the pack." Scarlett lunged suddenly, overcome by a surge of violent rage. She attacked Beowulf and managed to scratch her nails across his face before Caleb caught her and pulled her away. Beowulf slowly ran a hand across his cheek, wiping off the blood before the scratch healed. His expression changed suddenly, his eyes peeling to pure black.

But my memory of last night is still incomplete. I just remember listening to Lowa and Sibyl banter at dinner in the garden. I tried to relax myself, but Beowulf's burning eyes kept on me, making me feel as if I were being illuminated by a strong light. My body is a bit stiff. I do not dare to look in his direction, I can only sip wine to ease my embarrassment.