Beast Of Gevaudan Novels & Stories

— Eveline — “Allô, chérie!” “Allô, Laeticia. How are you doing today?” “Very well. Alpha Jean-Philippe is ready to receive you.” “Thank you,” I told her. It was the third time I visited Boisclair pack. It’s one of the oldest pack I’ve come across. There is rumours than one of Jean-Philippe Boisclair’s ancestors is the one who ended the reign of terror of the Beast of Gévaudan, which was, as per the rumours, either a werewolf who had been cursed by a warlock, or a werewolf with a severe advanced case of the rabies. Either way, there had been over 200 attacks and more than 100 deaths in the 1600s in France, which had freaked out the entire werewolf communities.

“You will be going to Hell with me, pretty one. Let’s enjoy this time.” The growl could be heard again and Belle finally saw the large creature hissing from the woods. It appeared like a leopard with black soft fur. The beast was elegant as it padded its way toward them but the gaze was filled with so much bloodlust and violence that if Belle wasn’t standing next to Leon, it would have come after her. “Go,” Leon ordered and the beast pounced it large jagged teeth toward the creature, biting off its hand and munching delight on the flesh and blood it received.

The beast stopped moving altogether. Levi was unsatisfied to have come here in vain. He provocatively said, “We’re here to hunt for treasures, you puny thing! You can stand guard for now, but you can’t guard this place for a lifetime. Get out of the way and let us go in to check for treasures. If you’re so persistent, I’ll have someone dig up this mountain.” The beast suddenly opened its ferocious mouth. Its entire body was shrouded in darkness, forming a complete disguise. When it opened its mouth, it looked utterly horrifying.

Saying the truth was now a problem as he knew the consequence that might follow. "Hnmm. Thanks for giving me a chance to speak to you, my heart keeps pAidening me and i have no other option than to speak. The number of people killed by the beast on daily basis is getting out of hand. Firstly The beast isn't a gorilla but a Lycan." Doctor Tom said. "Lycan?" The inspector and Mr. Gomez exclaimed and Mr. Gomez remembered what he searched on G****e before living the house. He tapped on his browser history and tapped on one of them.

He seemed to not accept that someone would invest or find out about it. "Yes, Young Master. He was hiding about the beast and up until now anything related to the beast has not come up since Kaelan closed the case," Sami explained which made Dantley remember about the beast they found on the highway and up until now no one had inquired about it. "Beast, has anyone investigated about the beast on the highway, it was found ...." "Yes Young Master, the police found the beast until it disappeared somewhere, we don't know," Sami replied which made Dantley absolutely certain that this beast, was a werewolf, a nation of werewolves originating from the Rouge who were once expelled and rebelled and t

The beast stood at twice the height of a fully grown man and was an animoid, specifically lion-like. “What in the world is that?” Mary asked, her eyes widening in shock.

Rora seemed hesitant to tell me the story. Just at the mention of 'true mate,' I was down for the long story. "Was his mate someone in the pack?" I ask. "No. His true mate was a rogue and raised by hunters. Her name was Lillith," she said with a slight emphasis on the word 'rogue.' Rora didn't sound like she really liked Lillith a lot, and I was slightly curious as to why she used the word 'was' instead of 'is.'

The clash among their men was deadly, each move calculated, each strike dangerous. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, causing the chaos to momentarily cease. My eyes widened in horror as I saw Tessa, a viper in human form, standing a few feet away. Her fingers wrapped around a fallen revolver. Her cold, calculating eyes locked onto me. Without hesitation, she raised the gun and pointed it at me. Panic coursed through my veins as I froze, unable to move, unable to scream. Time seemed to slow as I met her cold, determined gaze. In that split second, I knew I was in grave danger. Unconsciously, I grabbed my belly, my instincts telling me to protect my unborn child first.

“He always did have a taste for trouble.” “Mother,” Zeke warns, voice a low growl. Vivienne doesn’t flinch. She takes a sip, looking at me over the rim of her cup. “Don’t let him intimidate you, Camilla. I never have.” A muscle ticks in his jaw. I’m not sure who I’m more afraid of at this point. Vivienne sets her cup down. “Though I must say… the circumstances are unfortunate.” So she knows. And maybe that’s what cracks me.

“My beast feels nothing for you, so get back.” He scoffed, eyeing the female as rut pumped into his veins. “Well that isn’t the same for my beast, he has already chosen you as his and he always gets it!” Suddenly, he charged towards Frena with a loud growl but mid-air another larger beast slammed his side to a nearby tree. Frena’s eyes widened with shock as the familiar scent wafted her nostrils. “Levion!” Levion growled at the brown beast who was beneath his heavy paws, attempting to escape but his attempts were futile. His beast growled louder, flashing his amber coloured eyes at the brown beat beneath him.