B2st Beast Novels & Stories

Iridescent red scales climbing his wrists and winding his arms, before consuming his neck and shoulders. Just as Acharius prepared to explode into his beast, Bast stepped from behind the shelf he’d been lurking aside. He clearly knows I’m here. Though Acharius had appeared to not be paying attention as he trudged this way, there was no lack of his interpretation of his surroundings. He’d known immediately someone was here. “Whoa. Whoa!” Bast declared. Knowing he needed to move quick. Before Acharius turned into a dragon. “Just me, Old Friend.” Bast lifted his hands in surrender.

What he meant was awareness of their surroundings. Leqaria tilts her head to the side and blinks her eyes at them innocently. "Are you going to tell or not?" Heiytu sighed again. "In the Book of Beast II, which you should have learned in middle school, taught us about the level of beasts. [E-] is the lowest level rank beast and much easier to defeat. The strength of the beast increases toward the next rank, Rank [E], [E+], [D-] until Rank [A+]. Above Rank [A+] is called Rank [S]. While Rank [SSS], which was the highest-ranking beast, was the hardest to defeat. Even a God Class Mecha may not be able to defeat one alone. Do you understand?"

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.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

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.

Sweet Bastard::: Serena closed her eyes, drawing closer into Alex's arms, she loved the feel of his strong arms around her body, " Alex, I can't work for you, there are still some loose end in whatever that's going on between us" she withdrew herself from his embrace, " you still haven't told me what happened between you and your Stepmother, I still can't get over the fact that it seems she hates me so much" Alex exhaled, his lips pressed in fine line, " Whatever has to do with pearl is none of your concern, I will deal with it myself"

It's over; it's done. I am a Tacata, born strong and holding nothing back. Someone like him will not make me feel this way; he may have my body, but he will never know my body. Forgive me, my mother, but Rezoir knows its name. If it knows me as a Constantine and not an Azeria, then I will act as who I am.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

His claws trembled at my throat, caught between killing and clinging. And then, with a sound like glass shattering, Zara’s last thread anchored into his spine. Her body went limp, crumpling into the mud, but it was enough. Maxim reeled back, the Beast howling in defiance. His roar wasn’t human. It wasn’t Hollow. It was something in between, split down the center, fractured but still holding. But when his gaze caught mine again, I knew which side still lived. The Beast didn’t know my name—but Maxim did.

It was like staring at a painting of a company rather than a real, breathing corporation. My phone buzzed again. Tristan K. Found something. A spike of anticipation shot through me as I reached for my phone again. That fast? Was it my problem that I sucked in this? Althea C. What is it? There was a slight pause before his response came in. Tristan K. JTB Pharma was registered two years ago, right? Before they went into business last year. But they already have assets worth billions. That’s not normal, not unless someone’s backing them big time.