Beast Wirt Novels & Stories

Then, with a cold smile at the three cowering figures in the corner, I gathered my belongings and the ruined doll, took Felix's hand, and walked away. As we left, I still caught their voices comforting Celie, "It's fine. Once the floods come, that ungrateful wretch won't even have a place to hide. Either she drowns miserably, or she'll crawl back to beg us. As long as you stay close to Gideon, she won't be smug for long. Just wait and see!" They truly believed that the giant shark was salvation in the apocalypse. Absurd. No matter how humanlike a beastman's form, the wildness of their nature remained. In my past life, they only saw me waiting at home while Gideon brought back fish—never noti

I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened. "C'o on it lunch time" Beast smirked at me settling me unto his lap. His erection were pressed against me making feel uncomfortable, I try to move away from it causing it to stir more, I froze stilling my movement at once. Beast feed me the food first then the fruits,forcing the grapes into my mouth, I moan and suck on his fingers trying to get more of the juice. Whatever he had injected in me was no doubt working as I fought for more grapes,whining and sucking of the left juices on his fingers.

“Brother? Um, did I just find myself in some sixth season of a weird teen drama show? I don’t remember you having a-” Beau’s face shined with growing amusement as he placed a surprisingly calloused hand on his chest. “Beau Watson. Figured nobody would remember it after five years, but what are you gonna do? I also go by a fan favorite – ‘Arson Watson.’ I bet you recall that.”

Most of it I ignored. Until I reached cell 47. He was already standing at the bars waiting for me. Damien Voss. Thirty-two. Six-foot-four, built like a fucking tank — thick muscle, arms covered in prison tattoos, chest broad enough to block the whole cell door. Shaved head, cold gray eyes, and a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. He had been inside for life on multiple murders. Everyone called him “The Beast.” He smiled slow when I stopped in front of his cell. It was not a friendly smile.

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

She was a god in weapon making. Ariel ran to the side of the beast and Elijah ran for the front and together they aimed for his neck. They threw out 5 darts rapidly, 3 caught the beast's throat and 2 caught his shoulder. The beast cried out and shook, spraying blood everywhere. He pulled the darts away but blood kept gushing out. The beast rored again in pain, his strength was running out. He tried to get at Ariel but his body swayed and down he went. Dead.

he whispered, Sniffia gasped, about saying what happened to Vanilla, one the Expats went to his front, “Hey. What are you planning? To escape again?!” he joked, others around him giggled, then he leaned forward and placed his face nearer to Node cage with a scowl, “If you know what is good for you sit tight and watch the six strongest Beasts among us fighting against the ice bears.” Beasts?! I'm actually right about them being a Beast. Node thought as he slowly sweat under the cold weather. The Expat narrowed his eyes staring at Node face while he sweat.

“The old Acorn Master's spirit beast is also with these betrayers of the Acorn Valley?!” “Ahh-haha-haha!” laughed the beast in question, a second time. “Old Acorn Master just passed away, and as such, I am no longer indebted to the Beast Hall! Since no expert has been able to raise my tier as a savage beast, isn't any other opportunity one finds to be cherished dearly?” Kira shook her head in incomprehension. “Any other opportunity? What are you talking about?” The Steel-winged Vulture screwed its eyes and said to Kira, “You of all people know I'm a 3-star savage beast who just made a breakthrough two months ago into Half-spirit realm.”

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.

I said firmly, also determined to know the entire truth. “It’s no use slitting your wrists when you know you’re a wolf. You would heal before you even know it.” he said with a scoff on his face. “You think,” I replied. “What do you mean?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at my direction. “I’m an extremely slow healer if you’ve forgotten. I take about a month to heal which is why I would die if you don’t tell me the truth.” I seethed, looking at him. To deal with a beast, you had to behave like a beast too.