Beast Fiction Novels & Stories

The Beast clawed at my chest, shredding my starmetal shirt. "Burn!" I screamed. I unleashed a pulse of solar flare directly into its mouth. FWOOM. The fire went down its throat. The Beast didn't die. It swallowed. It drank the fire. Its stomach glowed orange for a second, then faded back to gray. It licked its lips. "MORE," a voice hissed from inside the beast. Not the Beast's voice. The voice of the Skeleton in the deep. The Beast clamped its jaws shut. My hands were inside.

Louis muttered, glancing back at me before moving back out to the dock where they were setting up to fish late into the evening. "He ain't wrong, but the next time I hear you call yourself a monster," Beau said, helping me off the counter I was perfectly capable of hopping off myself. "I might tan that pretty behind of yours so mind you keep those thoughts to yourself," he growled low into my ear, something churned low in my stomach, was it the threat? His stance? The drop in octave of his voice or the vibration I felt from his chest without him touching me? I wasn't sure, but I was ending it. "Do I need to remind you I almost killed a man from inside my head, Beau? Just because my monster d

Though I wanted to run to their rescue, another brutal kick from the supernatural terror had me emptying my stomach into the new, sticky pile of offal and gore that their destructive intrusion was creating in an ever widening circle. Casting aside its monstrous jaws and releasing a new wave of mind numbing parley ox, the beast towered over me with a sly sense of humor. Conversely, lupine filth. This is simply the beginning of an overture whose beautiful cadences will reverberate through every atom in the dying resonance of this universe."

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.

She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes. "Beastman. That's what you call the people who had an ancient spirit beast's blood. Hansel and Hannah attracted a lot of spirit beasts when they were hurt. Spirit beasts desired the blood of an ancient spirit beast because it will make them stronger. They are two blood fighting inside Hannah and Hansel's body. One is the blood of a human and the other is the blood of an..." Soheila took down the book and gulped. "...ancient spirit beast." The bathroom suddenly opened and Soheila saw Theodore coming out wearing a thick black shirt and black pants. Theodore was wiping his wet hair using a towel as he walked towards Soheila and sat beside

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.

I stood up limping further into the woods but my nemesis caught up with me when a large, dominant figure landed in front of me. He had green eyes, brown furs, long teeth that his mouth couldn't contain, his height as imposing as ever. His green eyes glowed in the dark and all I could see was death. Beast of his kind soon surrounded me at every corner. So this was it? This was how I was going to die. “I smell another. She's with child.” One of the beasts said. She's with child? Were they referring to me? Was I really with child? The beast eyes darted towards my stomach and I placed my hands over it as a form of defense for the baby I didn't know was growing in my stomach.