Beast In Me Novels & Stories

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. ***

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

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.

The urgency to explain what I meant before they all took it out of context was upon me, and I stumbled over my words, so I could deliver it as tactfully as possible. “You're not the first girls to have become enamored with an asshole. I think of it as bastard syndrome. It has struck women down since the dawn of time. It's not our fault we're attracted to arrogant, pig-headed, stubborn Cock Wombles. I put it down to our genetic coding, which science excuses us for putting up with bastardry. Thankfully, you have a scientist for a mother, and I'm offering you all a one-to-one bastard inoculation service free of charge. It's called, your dad's baseball bat, and I'll use it to knock the biker twa

❤️ Dark's Beast 6 ❤️ The chuckles stopped as it began and silence greeted the air. "This is not happening." Raziah (Lucifer) uttered when he saw the beast palm he was standing on and that chuckle he just heard, he could remember it anywhere, he can never forget how Behemoth sounded like. He immediately made his fire dry off from Raziah's stomach and within seconds the stomach closed. "You never told me he has Behemoth inside him." he added after a while to his brothers.

The only time I shifted to my human form was when I wanted to buy things for my house. Yes, the beast in me was satisfied to live in a cave and feed from the animals around us. But the human in me wanted to live like a normal human being with a good life. "Everything was going smoothly." That's what I had convinced myself, when deep down I knew it was a total lie, because every year when the mating season began. The beast in me became aggressive and in need of his mate. He wanted to find her and breed her the whole year until he was sure that she was carrying our seed. I had to chain us in the cave a few times but it was useless

The illusion had blinded me, deluded me to forget that the man pressing me against the wall now, my savior and my god, was a real beast. But it was too late. I had begged him to fuck me, blessing me with his semen like a whore, crying for getting harder strokes. When I finally retrieved a bit of my sanity, I was clinging over the sink, my fingers curling around the cold basin for support and my back was pressed against his hot chest.. His huge cock thrust deeply inside my body from the back, dense kisses being placed on my neck and back like heavy rains. Electricity washed over my body again and again, pushing me hard to the sea of ecstasy.

He managed to get up and walk home. "Israel are you okay?". His mum asked him, on sighting him. "I am fine mum". Israel manage to answer and walked inside while his mum was confused at what happened to his son. Israel locked himself up and walked to his bathroom. He faced the mirror which showed the reflection of the beast. "Why are you doing this to me". Israel asked, feeling so weak. "Because you are me, I own your entire body now Israel". The beast said and laughed. "Israel is everything okay over there". He heard his mum's voice from the sitting room.

His small stature and absence of the usual muscular build typical of his kind set him apart. With his limbs restrained by chains, escorted by guards, Aloov was brought before us. I observed him closely, analyzing his condition and assessing his status. [Aloov- Level 78] [....] [Title- Shameless Toad] [Skill - Persuasion, Language Proficiency…] The Beastman's status was far from impressive, yet notably distinctive for someone from the Beast race. The creature seemed visibly frightened, displaying signs of mental instability. Oddly captivated, I couldn't help but study the Beastman closely. In return, the Beastman locked eyes with me, revealing a deep-seated worry in his frightened gaze.

" I'm trying to get the beast out of you ." " I'm not going into beast mode . " "You will after you find out what I've done and you are not going to like it ." © #KCMmuoe