Beast Wirt Novels & Stories

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

Wyatt The beast began to thrash harder against his restraints. His body began to convulse, and it began to gag. Black ooze started to seep from its eyes, nose, and mouth. It shook its head from side to side, splattering Hope and I with the ooze. It flicked its tongue again at Hope and crooked its finger at her. "Come here to me, Abigail." it called to Hope. Jack came around the back of the van. Seeing Hope and I covered in the ooze and the beast that was trying to get to Hope, he came over and kneeled down in front of us. Putting himself between Hope and the beast. "What the fucking hell?" He asked.

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.

Stacey asked sarcastically. “Well, his mate didn’t die because of Meningioma. A werewolf has killed her.” I corrected her on which her eyes widened in shock. “Now, I’m worried who had done this because whoever had brought that rotten food back to where he was a long time ago,” I said, looking at Aaron. “He is not just some Aaron, Stacey. He is Aaron Rodney Baccarin, previously known as Beast.” “I have heard about him from Dad. He used to be a pain in the ass long ago.”, Stacey muttered. “By the way, whatever dad had said was true about him?”

Third Person's POV Atticus and Harris walk into the backyard and are immediately greeted by the loud joyful sound of children playing throughout the backyard. There's a large bounce house where half of the kids are playing, and the other half are taking turns riding on the large bear. The children giggle as they chase behind the bear that's larger than an Alpha wolf. Beast is incredibly large and scary, but he carefully moves through the backyard with the children closely tagging along beside him. He's anything but scary to the children. He's the gentle giant as Mark calls his mate.

Its beach was black sand, not the white that I loved. I wasn't alone for long. The door slammed open. I lurched to my feet and spun on my heel, ready to bow and graciously address him as Alpha, but before I could do either, a harsh hand grabbed my chin and yanked my face up. No textbook or newspapers I had read had any pictures of Connor Herrick or Syrus Morven, but my imagination had conjured up a harrowed, scarred face, long greasy hair, and a body clothed in pelts and wolf teeth pried from the mouths of his enemies. The name Beast of the West itself didn't inspire many positive features.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Her beast has had enough and is submitting. "Shift back," I tell her through the mind link. She slowly shifts back, without having to fight her beast for control. While my attention was focused on Lisa, BJ attacked out of nowhere, sending me crashing into a tree. I quickly get up letting out a growl. I look over to see his beast licking Lisa's wounds, trying to help her heal. His beast looks over at me and let out a loud roar, letting its dominance pours off of them. His beast is strong.

And who knew, maybe this person was the one to have brought about the reappearance of the beast who was meant to be dead. “Did you see any other Beast of Destruction?” Grandpa Winks asked, but Morgana shook her head in reply. “Only Fenrir was there. But the World Destroying Wolf was enough.” Morgana could still remember the dreadful power of the beast. It was but one creature, yet all others fell to its power. They called it a World Destroyer, but its power was clearly that of a Universe Destroyer. “I see,” Grandpa Winks furrowed his brows as he held his chin in thought. “Get some rest. James, cast a deep sleep lease on her so she has no visions.” Grandpa Winks lovingly rubbed Morgana’s head