Beast X Wirt Novels & Stories

Once it was slain, the beast was cooked and served to the guests… Though it was true that Xavia had previously been attacked by a similar beast back when she was in the mountains with Keith, the fight looked extra terrifying since she was able to get closer glimpses of how bloody things could get! Amazingly, Stella was able to defeat the beast without even a scratch on her skin! After a series of claps, Stella walked up to Zivon before asking, “Well? Did you enjoy the show?” “It was far too bloody, that’s what it was. You ended up scaring Xav,” scoffed Zivon, leaving Xavia speechless. While he was right, what gave him the idea that it was fine to use her as an excuse?

As I turned around I saw Noah and another guy staring at my friends. Before I could process anything, both of them were hugging both of my friends. I looked at Xavier with confusion only to see him smiling at what is happening. Noah was hugging Avery while the other guy was hugging Alec. I was really confused. Alec and Avery were confused on what was going on. "What's going on?" I asked Xavier. "Your friends are both their mates." he said. "Not only that, they are both werewolves too." he told me.

" He asked. "No I'm not a hunter," I gritted the words out. I would never be a hunter. A smile formed on his face. "I'm Jack by the way," he said sticking his hand out. "Eleanora." I took his hand. He placed a kiss on the back of my hand while keeping his eyes locked on mine."Well, Eleanora, the evening was a bore until my eyes landed on you." I smiled awkwardly at him and dropped my hand subtly. "So have you seen a level twenty beast?" He asked and I shook my head. I didn't even know what a level one supernatural was.

Roaring with rage, he expressed his heart's condition while his loud voice echoed in the room and she started trembling with fear. “Please…” She began to beg him in agony. "Do you look crazy to me, I'm an evil Beast." As soon as he spoke, he licked the blood coming out of the edge of her lips with his tongue (which made her tremble again) and started whispering near her ear. "It must be hurting, but now I am going to hurt you more than you can imagine. It will be better for you to die than to suffer." After finishing his speech, he had aggressively pulled down the shirt which was being pulled from her shoulder.

He said firmly and Vienna stopped him. “No Raziel, he’s hurt, we need to treat this beast.” The beast then licked Vienna, and Vienna chuckled, “See? He likes me.” Raziel was still not convinced, “No, he’s dangerous, please just listen to me.” Seeing the arguing, the beast growled at Raziel, standing beside Vienna as if protecting her from harm. Vienna petted his head to calm the beast, “No, he’s a friend, don’t growl at him.” She soothed the beast.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

The bond between them was strong, and he keenly felt every bit of Wyatt's struggle. Wyatt ran throughout the night, the pain of rejection gnawing at him. Xerxes persisted in howling, urging Wyatt to return home and mark Hazel. Wyatt, in a relentless effort, struggled to keep Xerxes at bay, steering him away from the path that led to Hazel. The internal conflict escalated as anger simmered beneath the surface. In an attempt to divert Xerxes, Wyatt guided him towards a hunt, hoping to channel the beast's energy into a more productive direction. The night unfolded, marked by the complexities of rejection and the internal struggle between man and beast. Wyatt, caught in the crossfire, battled hi

She gasped, dropping to her knees as a sharp cry tore from her throat. Damien was beside her in an instant, his hands steady on her shoulders. “I’m here,” he murmured. “Let it happen.” Her body trembled violently, her vision blurring. She could feel something breaking free from within, something ancient and powerful. And then, with one final wave of searing pain— She shifted. A brilliant, snow-white wolf stood where Sofia had been, her silver eyes wide and wild. Across from her, Damien had shifted as well, his massive black wolf towering over her. His golden eyes met hers, steady and unwavering.

Beau stood back talking, trying to stand his ground and hide his fears as he asked him if he was ok, and pleaded for The Beast to let Wyatt out. I had watched my Alpha suffer painfully until he finally broke free and Beau rushed to him looking for injury only to find nothing. “I…I think I killed him,” Wyatt sobbed. I remember hesitating, wanting to go hug him, then I saw all the blood and froze. I was supposed to be sleeping. “I couldn’t let him take it. Pa wouldn’t hear of it if he was alive, we have to protect those boys, we are all they have. Not to mention the rest. I couldn’t control him; he forced the shift and took over.” Beau was pouring water down Wyatts arms looking for injury find