Beast X Wirt Novels & Stories

But The Beast was stronger based on size alone, and faster than I expected for someone his size. Twice, The Beast nearly knocked Damon down with a single blow. The first time, Damon’s eyes widened and he ducked, dark hair flying, narrowly missing the swing by a single breath. The second time, Damon caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted, and drove a knee into his ribs. The Beast went down hard enough that the bleachers shuddered, but he was back up before the referee could count to three, wiping the blood away from his nose with the back of his hand.

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

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.

“So, is this what you want? Me fighting back? Does it turn you on, Beast?” He chuckles. “You have no fucking idea what your bratty as fuck behavior makes me want to do to you,” he says, running his hands down my sides and squeezing hard. Don’t say it, Xenia. Don’t say it. Don’t say it! “Well, why don’t you show me, then?” Fuck it, Xenia. “Since you say I’m such a brat, why don’t you do something about it?”

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.

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.

I asked them. “Hey, pussy,” the burly man muttered again. I gasped in pain when he grabbed my hand, his fingers sinking into my skin. “Keep breathing those punchable names and I’ll have you on your knees with my balls deep in your tight hole—” “Wheeler, that’s Beast.” The guy with an ink on the arm said. The man named Wheeler halted, his hand loosening but did not let go. “What did you say?” “Beast. She wants Beast.”

Felix roared, "If you never seduced me and begged me to treat your wilting wolf syndrome, how could I ever have possibly—" Darcy cried out in pain at his bite. She turned on him and bit him on the neck in retaliation, interrupting him mid-sentence. Felix howled. "You bitch!" They both then tore at each other as blood continued pooling around and on their bodies, the two half-wolves tearing mouthfuls of fur off the other in a fit of rage.

I replied, thinking about what I will do to that witch when I meet her at any time in the future. “Goddess!” Beast moaned in pain when another wave of pain hit us. Beast used our powers to block pain for Xyla. We were still trying to figure out how that witch succeeded in blocking Xyla’s mind-link and all her abilities earlier. If it weren’t for Beast’s ability to infiltrate any wolf connected to us at any time, we wouldn’t be able to save both Xyla and Honey. It didn’t take me long to understand that the dark witch had changed the tactics of hurting Xyla.