Beast Wirt Novels & Stories

A sharp collective intake of breath followed his voice, my own breath caught in my throat, remembering all the rumored whispers I'd heard about the beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who went feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same. Some whispered he was stuck in a half-wolf transformation, locked away in his castle. Others claimed he was a monster, his presence enough to drive humans mad and wolves feral. I flinched when my father's gaze slid to mine, and I immediately lowered my head. "Raven, you will go as a replacement to your sister as the beast's betrothed."

I screamed, pouring all my strength og preventing him from taking off my clothes. “Beast, you say?” Keeran growled. “I’ll show you exactly what the beast looked like,” he added, and smirked, and before I could even blink, he ripped my shorts off, leaving me with my panties on. "No! Please! No, I have a mate, please don't do this!" I begged, all my courage had suddenly vanished seeing he’s capable of ripping my clothes effortlessly, even if I protest. Keeran growled, pushing me into the bed. The hand they as clinging to the headboard has now on my clothes, trying desperately to hold onto them despite knowing it’ll be futile. I held my hands up, trying to stop him again. This made him even ang

I whispered, My eyes darted between the Witch and the beast king before she released the spear into the air, the whistle of the weapon flying through the space, and I watched as the poison speared right through the Lycan’s shoulder, an ear-splitting howl reverberating as the beast threw its head back in agony and my heart squeezed like lemon sheddings in my chest. “Right where I wanted you again beast! Don't you ever learn from your mistakes?” The Witch’s delirious cackle carried through the wind that was now blowing a gale across the plains as the beast turned to face her slowly, the side of his shoulder with the spear sagging significantly more than the other. ”Now, to finish this bastard

The slightly thinner Beta licked his lips and said, "I want her ribs. The meat there is the most tender. I'll just need to pan fry it in a skillet." "Don't forget to leave the heart for Darcy. She's got a weak body, and she needs the heart to help her recover." "The offal and brain would make for a delectable and exotic dish too! I'd just roast them in my oven for maximum flavor." The wolves continued openly discussing dismembering my body parts for food right under my nose, like I was already dead and waiting to be divided up for meat. I dug my nails deeply into my palms. It hurt.

It was so amusing. Beast reminiscised about the good memories of the last moment of their boss. He had ripped out all of his nails... Then chopped off all his fingers; little by little... Then came the exciting part, as he pulled his tongue out and severed it to shut him up...He was making too much noise screaming, which annoyed him... He wanted to play with him so much more, but his toy was about to pass out... So he stabbed the knife in his stomach and ripped all his guts out....

Gasp! The sound of someone's gaps was clear in the echo in the room which was surrounded by stone walls and had a Beast God worship altar. The voice came from a figure wearing a robe made of thin brown fur. The figure of the person with a sturdy body showed that the figure was a man. The figure had just received a great revelation from the Beast God; The God who is worshiped by all race beast people including the werewolves in Sulime Realm. This figure is a new generation of Beast's head-priest; Head-priest Kir.

“After we split by south road, I traveled the perimeter west. No one had seen the kid.” “Fuck,” Steve hisses. Two more wolves emerged from the east side of the temple. The dark brown one nips at the grey one. They both shake and transform into their human selves. Beau laughs at Wyatt Jones, campus beta, while Wyatt sneers back at him. “Goddamn it, Beau,” Wyatt snaps. “Is nothing serious to you?” “Just a love bite, baby,” Beau coos back. Wyatt lets out a low growl. The biggest of the five wolves emerges from behind the temple. He’s a deep, chocolate brown and stockier than the other four. He lets out a warning bark at Beau before shaking into the human form of Archer. He scowls at his twin br

Steven was at the back of the van, grabbing the laundry from her quickly. She didn’t care and had no interest in wolf politics. This was the job she and her mother were paid to do. At the sound of the truck door closing, she couldn’t help but glance over to see Beau himself. It was strange, she’d not seen this guy around town at all, and yet, in the past five days, she’d seen him quite a few times. He looked … good. Even with dirt on his knees and legs. The arms of his flannel shirt were rolled up, and she noticed there was not a single tattoo on his body. She believed that wolves couldn’t get any kind of ink as their bodies healed too fast.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”