Beast Wirt Novels & Stories

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.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

Witch! "Just pull off all your clothes and hand them over to us". Lilly's mother said. I removed my clothes slowly. After staying stark naked, for what seemed so long, we heard a loud and powerful howl. It was Damian, he was obviously, the first person among us all to shift.

he shouts as he turns back to us and a crazy smile pulls across his face. "What," Dom snarls as an alarm begins to blare. Metal shutters begin to slam closed over windows and doors in every direction. Beeping begins to omit from the wall around the city. "CITIZENS OF PLECK. BEASTS HAVE RETURNED TO THE CITY CLAIMING ON OF US IS MATED TO THEM. STAY INSIDE YOUR HOMES. WE WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO BULLY US, " a voice says over the loud speakers rigged on the lamp posts all over the smaller city.

"Well, fuck. You survived." “Barely,” I rasp, swallowing a half-laugh. “You’re all fucking insane.” “You’re welcome,” he shoots back with a wink, eyes dancing behind that cracked mask. The Beast stands and stretches, his movements a slow ripple of muscle and power. He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck with a grunt as he gathers cloths. “You did good.” His voice is softer now. Not quite gentle, but something close. He pauses, then adds, “Didn’t think you’d last. But damn... you did good.”

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

Moans escaping from my shutting mouth as his stroke became slower but harder. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at our reflection in the mirror. “I’ll show you, Valerie.” His rasped, voice drenching with lusts. I could feel his huge manhood buried inside my pussy bulged into an even larger size, stretching the wall tight and burning the entrance. Furs grew on his neck and forearms, a pair of wolf ear presenting on his head. He hadn’t completely shift into a wolf but that gave me a strong enough sense of being fucked by a real beast.

Leave me alone! The rogues were starting to edge away, muttering to each other. They knew fear. They had heard the whispers. Whispers about the lone wolf who moved like smoke and struck like lightning. The one they called… A shiver ran through her, not of fear, but of recognition. They feared her. They whispered her other name. The name this world knew. The name she answered to here. Wolf Born Twice. The name resonated deep within her, a core truth in this twilight reality. It fit. It felt… powerful. Complete. It was the name of a survivor, a hunter, a force to be reckoned with.