Beast Of The Yellow Night Novels & Stories

She sat up and swiftly dove under the bed. "Good," I commented with a smile. I moved to stand in front of the bed, my legs spread, and my hands wrapped around the pistol, pointing it at the wooden door. The door burst open, splitting into two, and a thug in black staggered through, a grin plastered across his face. He stepped aside, revealing the evil pimp at the middle of the room—Madam Dinero. She looked like a washed-up, aging whore, the kind who got her thrills from ruining other people's lives.

Meanwhile, Adrian continued his assault, his golden light spreading like an unstoppable tide, mercilessly striking the beast’s essence. Furious, the dark beast struggled to break free, but Adrian's terrifying strength had already manifested. Adrian sneered, "Scared now? Weren’t you so arrogant before? Don’t worry, this is only the beginning," he said coldly. As he spoke, the golden light in his hand formed fearsome runes, their power seeming to grow even stronger. The golden light trembled, resonating through the void, and the dark beast found itself brutally suppressed. It could no longer resist as Adrian continued to force it down toward the earth.

I know that they are not human. They are the werewolves. We are doomed.

According to the tale, it came every five hundred years to take away with him six girls and legend had it that they were killed and left there to die at the entrance of the forest. The High Table and the Members of the four councils had made a pact with the beast years ago, and every five hundred years, the Night of the Chosen was held to pick six unfortunate girls to die in the hands of the Lycan Beast. They say most wolves never get to experience a night like this in their lifetime, having it was hundreds of years the event was held. Boy, was I unlucky. I was not afraid. I was just tired of this made up fairy tale and how the Government has always used it to exploit the girls of the Villag

I should be damned for all of eternity and burning in fire right now but I’m not. "Because you are not a full demon!” Drago’s voice sounded close but not in my head. Suddenly a dark shadow appeared in front of me! I was about to yell until this thing covered my mouth and shushed me. I looked closely at this shadow in front of me. It was darker than anything I’ve ever seen before with red glowing eyes, long sharp claws and horns like a buffalo. It was very tall as in maybe 10 feet, and by the looks of it, it never missed a workout day ever! I gulped out of fear. “Do not be afraid, Damian. I can’t hurt you since I’m a part of you.”

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

It tore through the walls and spilled into the night, echoing across the mountains beyond Blackreach before rolling over the snow-covered peaks. My heart lurched. A second howl followed. The full moon had risen. And Fenric's beast was awake. I bolted to the bed, pressing my back against the headboard, curling in on myself as the howls grew louder. I thought about hiding under the bed again. Just like last time. I had already pushed myself off the mattress, ready to crawl beneath it, when the door burst open so suddenly that I yelped. For one horrifying second, every terrible possibility flashed through my mind.

A sense of clear dread washed over me, and before I could realise, a growl pierced the silence of the night, another, and then another… And then, it hit my nostrils. A smell. Nasty, Traitorous and deceitful!—Black Beasts!

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

It swiped its hook-like talons at then, easily dismembering a low-tiered fox Beast Lord into two bloody halves. Bang! Then it clawed at another fox Beast Lord, seizing its head and crushing it. "You're courting death!" Huang Yin yelled furiously. With still one more arm, he could still fight. He channeled his powers and a bright yellowish glow radiated off him and he fired a bolt at the eagle. The eagle could feel the power of the energy bolt streaking towards him and he shivered, screaming shrilly, "HELP, SIR! HELP!" The Beast Lords of Jiu You's horde all grimaced with annoyance. What shamelessness to an Olympic degree!