Beast In Me Novels & Stories

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.

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them. This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on. My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard. Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me. But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him. Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.

I wanted to be with her forever. Then one day, my parents told me I was a beastfolk, not human. I was a snake. Because of that, I pulled away from Nancy, worried that she would hate me for what I really was. To keep my beastfolk instinct under control and manipulate my forms, I went overseas. A professional team would help me train out there. Her photos were the only thing that relieved me of my longing for years. They kept me hanging in there. … When I came back, I found out she had a lot more friends, almost like she'd live happily even without me.

Beast That fucker will not give up, will he? I barely stopped myself from ripping Dan to pieces. But doing that would mean that I’m no better than the people working for HIM. I stay with Puppy, his nearness is the only thing that stops me from going back there and give into my inner monster. After all, I’m called Beast for a reason. Puppy seems to know exactly what I need because he takes me to the house and leaves me in the bedroom, getting next to me on the bed, snuggling his big head into my body.

Jake's laugh was hollow, his voice distorted as his transformation continued. "Do you like it? The hunters thought I'd make the perfect experiment. A little serum, and now I'm better, faster, stronger than any werewolf you've ever seen." He flexed his hands, his nails elongating into sharp claws. "I'm not just human or wolf anymore. I'm something... more." "Hybrid," Damien said, his lip curling. "You're a monster. Jake grinned, his teeth sharp and gleaming. "Funny. Coming from you."

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

"Get up, you disgrace for an Alpha." I coughed up dust. "I'd rather be torn to pieces than follow your orders." "It wasn't an order." He hauled me up by my front collar with supernatural strength. "But your painful death can be arranged." The Beast looked far worse for wear since I'd last seen him: features warped with insanity, the pupils of his eyes blown out, chest heaving for breath. I couldn't let that intimidate me. "I'm surprised you're not paralyzed," I said. His grin stretched just a little too wide. "You sound too eager to belittle me knowing I can rip your throat out here and now."

7 meters, I have a light brown hair that Is braided into two neat braids with an hazel as the color of my eyeballs. I've hated My fate and my nature for so long until I met an amazing, extraordinary, and strong lady.........Her name Is Angelus Meus Pulcher Dondarrion.......The All-Powerful Tribrid. Before I met her, I was a ruthless beast who kills In a cruel way, I was a rippah, a demolished, and I love laying waste to people's life and property and I guess I haven't changed..........After all, I am the Beast.