Beast B2st Novels & Stories

But our unexpectedly eyes locked together as he as he skimmed us all. My heart almost stopped beating and I quickly ducked my head. “Who are selected?” He asked. “Err…I…I…,” Mrs. Manson seemed to be at a lost. “Any problems?” The man sounded impatient this time. “O…oh… a…absolutely not.” Mrs. Manson quickly replied with a stuttered voice, as if she spoke it too hastily to get the words pronounced properly. “We’ve only picked two for now, Mr. Drakos. A boy called Benjamin Samuelson and a girl, Clair Jones. They did the best in their daily works and we believe they could perform reasonably better after proper training.” She stated.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

"You should be with Isolde." His reply comes fast. "Worry about yourself, Bran. Trust me, you can't hold that beast much longer. Even a night hunt won't be enough to settle it. You need sex. Long and hard." I swallow, gaze dropping to my trembling fingers. He is right. But I can't give in to this. "Should I arrange a Gamma or an Omega?" My beast growls low at the suggestion. Not with want, with rejection. It wants her. She is human. She can't take us.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

Nothing could calm it. Not chains. Not silver. Not the strongest sedatives the priestess had prepared for me. Yet last night… it stopped. Kanan had stopped. The memory replayed in my mind like a haunting echo. The moment that girl stepped into the underground chamber. The moment her scent touched my nose. The beast had paused. Not growled. Not lurched. Paused. I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth nearly cracked. “How is that possible?” I muttered to myself. “A human.”

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Alpha Caius wouldn’t be pleased, their reactions said it all. There was silence for the rest of the ride to the pack. Soon, the Blood Howl Pack territory came into view and I was stunned. The landscape extended as far as my eyes could see, dotted with beautiful buildings. There was no doubt, this pack was the largest and richest pack in all of North America.

I type them quickly, praying my mother's old codes still work. The lock clicks. Green light. "We're in," I breathe. We slip inside. The greenhouse is humid, warm, filled with exotic plants. Some I recognize. Most I don't. "Secure section is in the back," Isabella leads the way. We wind through rows of vegetation. Beautiful and deadly. I recognize nightshade, hemlock, oleander. Viktor's poison garden. The secure section is behind a glass wall. Another keypad, plus the biometric scanner. Isabella presses the silicon fingerprint to the scanner. I type in a secondary code from the USB.

I barely stop myself from blowing up as my whole body goes completely rigid in fury. “Maybe… But for that there would need to be someone else involved, either a witch as powerful as Thalia or simply someone to give him Undead’s blood and…” “And what?” I press. I need to know everything. Beast looks me dead in the eye with the coldest look I’ve ever seen on her. “And to control him so he doesn’t go on a rampage.”

I let my power rise, my irises glowing red-hot, threatening to burn him on the spot. But then he spoke. And what he said made the red in my eyes flicker. "Imagine yourself in a crowd, Zubat… noises, screams… you smell happiness while you’re still drowning in pain…” His voice was soft and almost a whisper but it echoed in my ear like thunder. That was the 'Beast’s Prayer', a cursed chant sealed long ago because Zubat used it to feed his bloodlust, and it destroyed everything. “Stop him!” Kane barked, already charging forward as the guards scrambled into action.

The Warden made little shooing motions, egging Ransom on. "Well?" Ransom asked, one brow raised high. I could hear the mounting frustration in his voice. Mason better jump on the info train or someone was going to get bitchslapped. Mason blinked rapidly. "Bestia was the Prime of Beasts. He held dominion over all beasts, great and small."