Beast Fiction Novels & Stories

I felt a bit insecure about it, it's just a small matter but it may be the starting point from where Anastacius becomes close to her and hates Medusa that is me. Will he hate me like he did in the Fiction? My phone dinged again and I sighed looking at the message. Poisoned Apple : Do you need my Jacket? It will be warm. I scoffed watching his message. He's playing or what. Me : Give it to me, the polar bear is freezing too. I don't want your dirty ewww jacket but It will be useful for the bear. Idiot! I can play too. Why am I being childish? Whatever.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

The Null Beasts hit Manhattan like cannonballs fired from between dimensions. They were horrifying. Each one was roughly the size of a city bus, but their shapes refused to commit to anything specific. They flickered between forms: massive insectoid monstrosities one second, writhing masses of geometric fractals the next, their bodies composed of a substance that Jack's root access identified as "unrendered reality," matter that hadn't been assigned physical properties by the Source Code. The first one crashed through the roof of Grand Central Terminal.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

None of the teenagers really knew what that statement meant but one thing to be sure of at least both Vanilla and Peirce heard stories about beings that behave more like creatures in the forest but lived many miles away from their village right after the snowing mountains, some called them ruffians, some called them cursed beings while some called them the 'Beast' from the Beast kingdom. Then Vanilla moved a step backwards, putting her hand on her chest, shivering. “Mother, Father was right,” she fretted, Peirce looked at her, “They warned me about you, everything you touch or near are bound to be unlucky. I don’t want to believe them but seeing it now. I… ” She fretted, Peirce rushed to her

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

In all my life, have never imagined myself being in this kind of situation where I would be going on this kind of mission which could cost me my life. "So guys, one thing about these monsters is, they are bloodthirsty. They crave for blood and that made them just like zombies but they aren't zombies. They are something much more powerful and stronger and faster than zombies. Believe me guys, these monsters are in their right state of mind except that they get really wide at the smell of a blood. Apart from the blood they always crave for and their abilities, there's no difference among us. And about the beast species. As you all know, they are the deadliest among these monsters. Beast specie

Perhaps the beast was another one of his goons? There were too many unknowns to this story that I didn't like and I would do my best to get to the bottom of it.

And I was going to find out what. After Damien left me alone, I stayed in that room for hours. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find something. And then—I did. An old text. Dusty. Nearly falling apart. The passage sent a chill down my spine: "A union between the beast and the bride will break the chains or doom the bloodline forever." "She will carry the mark of destiny, a symbol of the moon." My heart slammed against my ribs. My hand instinctively went to my hip, fingers grazing over the crescent moon birthmark.