Beast's Obsession Novels & Stories

Yet, as he turned to look at Anya, that control didn't just slip, it dissolved. The obsession was a storm he could no longer weather. His beast, a prehistoric creature of shadow and gold, roared within him with a possessive hunger that defied all logic. He had been drawn to this “assistant” by a gravitational force that felt ancient, a soul-deep attraction that eclipsed every boundary of rank, blood, and history. He felt the secrets humming beneath her porcelain skin the way her presence felt like a hauntingly familiar melody he couldn't quite name but he was too intoxicated by her scent to question the mystery.

Les said and I could sense the strain in his voice. I lift off on my elbows and look at him. "What happens when you become obsessed?" His hand reached out and grabbed my throat, pushing me back down. My heart began to hammer fast as his eyes held no emotion of any kind for me. He's here. The Beast. "That's the thing, Iris." He said, positioning himself between my legs, futher spreading it wider. "I only know obsession when it comes to the people I hunt and kill." He thrusts into me in one go and I cry out from the way it burns.

My beast and I felt a compulsion to make sure every fucker knew she was mine and that our scent was all over her 24/7. Last night, after round 4 or 5 she had gone to take a shower and I just couldn’t help myself. The thought of her naked and alone under the water sent my beast into overdrive. And I accosted her in the shower, despite her pleas that she was sore and to let her rest, her moans told me she enjoyed every minute of being pushed against the cold tiles and taken from behind roughly. I was being overly possessive; my beast was right there with me, cheering me on from the forefront of my mind. I knew it, she told me, but I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting he

His silver eyes were focused on me, tracking every breath I took. "You have the power of a God, Kaima," Rowan said, his voice echoing against the rocks. "But right now, you are like a child with a loaded gun. If you don't learn to aim, the kickback will kill you before the enemy does." "I saved you, didn't I?" I snapped. I was restless. The Beast inside me was pacing, its claws scratching at the walls of my mind. It wanted to hunt. It wanted to find Damon and rip his throat out.

Beau is the deeply feared and ruthless boss of the Southside Syndicate, and he possesses the broad physical shoulders and the highly dominant aura of a true Alpha, yet he is secretly taking the highest legally banned dosage of Omega heat suppressants. My primal instincts immediately surge forward with an incredibly violent force, and a heavy, undeniable wave of pure physical arousal hits the lowest part of my stomach. I have spent the entire afternoon inside the SUV desperately trying to ignore the impossibly sweet scent leaking from Beau's flushed skin, and hearing the factual confirmation of his biological reality makes my inner wolf want to tear the glass bathroom enclosure apart and clai

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

He made it a point to note that he needed to make her pay but for now, he had more pressing needs. No one knows what he was doing so they had no fucking right to blame him for anything. He needed to let his beast out. It needed fresh blood. The blood of the hag would have served as the best meal to his beast but he couldn't. Not that he cared about her four hundred lives but he had to keep the promise he made.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.