Beast Of Bladenboro Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

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.

“There’s - There’s something . . .” They both heard Kolton let out a cry of attack. Braedon snatched up his blade and rushed outside. Randey tottered over to the door, peering through the opening, fearing what he would see. The flickering light playing across the scene gave it a surreal quality. The beast towered over the two Grenyaar, who held their blades defensively. The creature carried a rusty but wicked-looking battle axe. Randey hadn’t noticed that in the dim light earlier, and it made him even more fearful for the Knights. With an eerie, inhuman cry, the beast raised the blade and swung at Master Kelton. The Blade Master danced aside, his own blade ringing against the axe as it pass

The ends wrapped themselves around the nearest hound, a bluish-black flame sweeping across the metal, and with a quick jerk, the hound was ripped into thirds; its blood splattered all over the night and soaked into the sandy ground. James swallowed back bile and fear and maintained his defenses where he was. Being hasty and rash could easily bring about his death. Blakeney caught up with him, his chest heaving from the exer- tion of finishing off the other hounds, and there they stood, side-by-side, pupil and mentor, watching, waiting for whatever would come out of the woods.

He ignored Boston and walked to the beast lying on the ground next to the tree. Boston kept mute and gawked as he squatted next to the beast and carefully observed it. With great fear gripping him, Boston held on to his gun and cocked it, ready to pull the trigger at the slightest provocation. He looked on and swallowed hard, scanning as Ethan was carefully observing the beast. He finished and stood erect then turned to look at Boston who was watching him. "It's dead" he announced and stepped away from the beast while Boston lowered the gun. "What? How?" Boston was bewildered.

His lights went off and everywhere became dark. "Brooke Baldwin". He heard someone call his name. He was scared to move out from his hideout, so he kept mute. "I know you're behind the chair Brooke Baldwin. I am here to help you fulfill your wish and help you get your revenge". Brooke Baldwin heard and it kind of interested him so he came out from his hideout. The light came back to life and Brooke Baldwin screamed in fear when he saw a beast standing before him. He couldn't look at the beast's face because he was scared.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

His hands like big bloated wounds brushed the trees as he was in search of just one person: James. It was the only reason that the beast had come to Spadeville. He wanted nothing more than for James to be his snack. The beast could not stand to be in the same space with James. And, he was going to completely destroy him till the end of time. There was no way that James would escape this predator.