Beast X Wirt Novels & Stories

He truly was magnificent. Jax, Rev and Preston were unconscious now and Baz spoke to me in my head, telling me that their beasts were ready to join with them. I looked at Jax and I took a step backwards as I saw a large blue beast merge with him. His back arched involuntarily as the beast settled inside him and he screamed suddenly as his mark appeared on his skin.

" 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.

"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.”

Now I'm standing in front of my best friend about to engage in a fight. The twelve midnight hits and my fight with Jaxon begins. Inside the tent, my bones crack and my beast takes over. Jaxon is already fully transformed and waiting outside. He growls at my sight. I sneer back. He makes the first move using his claws to target my neck which I swiftly dodge. Unlike me, Nathan abhors physical training. I very much know I will end up hurting him if I let my beast fight with our full strength. But he doesn't know it's me he's facing yet.

It cracks the concrete clean in half. Sometimes with Beau’s devil-may-care attitude, I forget that he is also a trained warrior. While maybe not as fast and strong as Archer, Beau is a close second. Wyatt recovers quicker this time, perhaps realizing the precariousness of his situation. He hops up to his feet and throws a punch toward Beau. Beau grabs his arm and twists. Wyatt cries out, but at the same time, he kicks forward with one leg. It connects with Beau’s knee and surprised, Beau releases him.

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?”

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.

The fresh mint pheromones mix perfectly with the cedar and tobacco already lingering in the room, and the combination creates a deep biological harmony. "I want you to bite me now, Dean," Beau whispers back to me, and he tilts his chin up to expose his neck. "I want to share my thoughts with you, and I want the pack bond to be whole before the sun comes up." The raw honesty in his voice pleases me, and I nod my head to show my full approval of his brave request. I look across the massive bed at Rhett, and the Northside Boss understands exactly what I need to happen next.

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.