Beast Fiction Novels & Stories

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

Their thoughts were jumbled, confused, as they didn't know what to do but remained rooted paralyzed to the spot staring at the towering black beast that growled exposing its flesh-ripping canines as it walked in its hinged legs at them. "Ahhh!" The blonde-haired girl finally broke the silence with an ear-piercing scream. panting for breath she tried to run from the beast who leaped and sank its canines into the crook of her neck, thrashed her around, and ripped her to shreds while Adrian and Clara watched in horror. "What the fuck!" He muttered staggering backward, "This can't be happening! This can't be fucking happening," The beast turned its sights towards Adrian and ran towards him at fu

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

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.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***