Beast B2st Novels & Stories

“What luck Erik!” “Damn it!” “You’re lucky!” The Elders clamored once more, annoyed at this development. It would seem that the Elder in question was Erik Chavez, head of the Beast Peak! The Beast Peak was a strength-oriented path. Their initiates were strong and destructively powerful. The man on the field was obviously strength-attuned. No one had any reason to steal him away from Erik. Seeing the Beast Peak and Oriental Peak be able to recruit such great initiates had made the other Peak heads become more frantic. They would not let them continue on like this.

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.

My combat instincts flared as I recognized the alpha instantly—he was the mysterious handler who had breached my private sector lines yesterday to deliver those rare moon-lilies. My hand dropped instinctively toward my sidearm, my eyes scanning the surrounding catwalks for any sign of an ambush. Noticing my defensive shift, the male stepped out of the vehicle, his posture entirely non-threatening as he raised his palms. "Do not drop your safeties, Commander Whitmore. My name is Pearce Benson, and I am a dedicated collector of your vanguard campaign logs." I kept my eyes locked on his throat, my alpha scent turning sharp and wary. "How did your tracking arrays locate my position inside this s

Just us. BASTARD!!!

The man she had given her youth, her loyalty, her love—had just condemned her to die for someone else. Her legs turned to water. She staggered back, the only thought in her mind: get out, run, breathe. Her heels clicked a frantic rhythm across the stone floor. But in a blur too fast for her eyes to track, Alpha Trent appeared—behind her. His large, powerful body blocked the doors, an impenetrable wall of muscle and authority. Then a sound ripped from his throat—something no wolf should be able to make. It was ancient, primal, a vibration that spoke of deep earth and forgotten monsters.

“Remember, my lord. A tear can expand. You tell the world you're one wicked man, but I know you're not. Just let her heal for now.” The Beast nodded. Aegon was on his feet. He bowed and was walking away when he recalled something. “Alpha Caius. Are you certain you don't want the woman from The Mistwood Pack any longer? I think you should re-change your mind. Unless you're very certain you don't want to.” “I'm more than sure. I don't want to.” His Beta nodded. “Alright, my lord. If you—”

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.

There are a lot of hunters waiting to hunt him, it would also harm your life, so keep him and yourself safe. [Ok grandpa] Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. (you don't have to worry about keeping my identity safe, I can alter my appearance to a certain level. Open up the beast, stat to check my stats. The system told me to remind you about this.) I shouted immediately. (Open beast stats!) _________________________________________ Beast stats (1) Name: Oreo Species: Black sabre-toothed tiger Tier: Beta (2) level: 30

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.