Beast Of Bladenboro Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV Atticus and Harris walk into the backyard and are immediately greeted by the loud joyful sound of children playing throughout the backyard. There's a large bounce house where half of the kids are playing, and the other half are taking turns riding on the large bear. The children giggle as they chase behind the bear that's larger than an Alpha wolf. Beast is incredibly large and scary, but he carefully moves through the backyard with the children closely tagging along beside him. He's anything but scary to the children. He's the gentle giant as Mark calls his mate.

Carl suddenly halted, his brows knitting slightly as his gaze fell on the grass not far ahead. Following his gaze, Amelia saw that beside several thick shrubs lay the massive body of a ferocious beast, long since lifeless. The ferocious beast looked savage, its fangs bared, dark brown fur covering a body studded with sharp barbs. It was precisely the Killer Beast that struck fear into all who heard its name within the dense forest. Its enormous body lay stiff on the ground, a deep gash cut across its neck, its meridians severed. A faint aura belonging to Amelia lingered around it—already weak, yet unmistakably clear.

Still moving forward. Then from where I was standing I heard a growl at my back. Bladen was standing behind me. In his wolf form.

It wouldn't stop them long, but it might give us minutes. We were in a small clearing surrounded by trees. The groundskeeper's cottage was a dark shape fifty yards away. Behind us, the mansion was burning. Flames licked up into the night sky, and I could hear sirens in the distance. My home was gone. "Can you walk?" Dante asked. I tried to stand and immediately collapsed. The blood loss was catching up to me. My vision swam. "I'll carry him." Dante didn't wait for permission. He hauled me up, throwing my arm over his shoulders. "Which way?"

“But you chose him.” That’s when my gaze locks on his. The audacity. The blasphemy against her. I’m seconds from lunging. Tearing his throat out, when a blinding light floods the clearing. It burns through my vision. We all reel back. A howl rips the night apart, drenched in pain. The scent hits first, burnt fur, then flesh. When the light fades, Ephraim lies collapsed on the dirt. Groaning. The left side of his face scorched. Smoking.

Henry didn't even look back at me and wrapped his arm around her. They just left me to die and be devoured by the beast! A merciless beast living deep in the woods and was said to devour his victim without leaving even a trace of blood. It was also said that he'd violate them first if they were women. I heard so many stories about him and I didn't think I would face the same fate as his victims. I think I stopped breathing when I heard a twig snapping before a loud growl was heard. “I don't want to die yet! Not like this!”

"They want me to eat raw flesh like an animal? To prove I’m worthy of being hunted by one?" "Precisely," Denis said, his voice clipped. "I suggest you find a way to keep it down. If you can't survive the meal, you certainly won't survive the Black Ridge." "How fascinating," I let out a bitter laugh. My father sold me to a beast, and now the beast's family wants to see if I can stomach the same gore he does. Was this the standard hospitality for Caravian brides? Or just the ones they suspect of being... unfit?

The vendor glanced warily left and right, confirming no one was watching, before gesturing for the beastkin to approach. This was a wolfhound beastkin. He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When he stood, he blocked out the bar lights, which cast a shadow over me. Before I could react, the vendor yanked the crude collar around his neck, forcing him to his knees before removing the rusty muzzle.

That’s when it goes black! I wake up with the strongest headache in the world. Did I drink last night? The brightness of the sun glared in my eyes. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I could see that I was in the forest, but it was different! The forest around me was leveled! There were scorch marks in the ground that looked like big footprints! The footprints looked inhuman. I looked at my hands and saw blood, but it wasn’t my blood! “What the hell?” I asked myself before I spotted Binx, he looked terrified! “Binx… what the hell…” I began to ask but then he let out a hiss, his fur fluffed up. “What the fuck?”