Beast X Wirt Novels & Stories

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

"Come on, Beast, the offer is still on." More silence. "Well, there it..." "Fine, you oaf," growled Beast, irritated at being teased. Without removing his clothes, Garrett shifted and released a loud growl, indicating to Beast that he was ready to go.

When I managed to lift my head, my breath caught. His horns were emerging. They pushed slowly from near his temples, curving upward and outward, dark and ridged and unmistakably inhuman. His face remained mostly human, but his eyes had changed—darker, more animal—and his shoulders had broadened, the fabric of his shirt straining against new muscle. He was partially shifted, caught between man and beast, and the sight should have terrified me. Fenric chuckled behind me, the sound vibrating through my back where I still leaned against him. His arms tightened around my waist, holding me in place.

He didn't look human; he looked like a god of the underworld. ​He didn't run. He walked. Every step he took left a deep indentation in the earth. He was savoring the hunt. He wanted me to feel the hopelessness of escape. ​"RUN!" I screamed. ​I shoved Jax away with a strength that sent him flying ten feet toward the river path. He scrambled to his feet and vanished into the darkness. ​The Beast didn't chase him. It didn't care about Jax. Its eyes stayed locked on me. It let out a huff of air that smelled like ozone and woodsmoke.

This display of a father-daughter bond, delivered as what could've been a final message, struck a chord with everyone watching. Millions of viewers in the live stream were instantly heartbroken. "Good grief! This is just tragic. That poor girl is waiting for her dad to save her, and the guy is just chilling in a cell without a care in the world." "Tristan is a total monster. That's your own flesh and blood, man!" "I'm actually sick to my stomach. How did a guy like this ever get certified as an elite animal behaviorist? The board needs to yank his license immediately."

In the center, two men were trying to dismantle each other to the roaring approval of the crowd. I should have turned back. Instead, I pushed forward, drawn to the fire like a moth with a death wish. “Next up, fighting out of the Iron Serpents MC… The Beast!” The arena erupted. And then he appeared. Jaxon Ryder was violence made flesh. Tall, all lean muscle and coiled grace, his skin gleaming under the harsh lights. But it was his eyes, wild and gold—that found mine across the chaos. For one breathtaking second, the world went mute.

"Isn't this rain lasting a little too long?" Felix held me close, frowning slightly. Beastmen were always sharp—his instincts were sounding the alarm. I nodded. Fortunately, we had reinforced the power system earlier. Otherwise, with rain this heavy, a blackout would have been a real problem. "Honey, should we go take a look outside?" I blinked. "How?" "By flying, of course." He ruffled my hair, murmured something under his breath, and suddenly—wings unfurled across his back.

What better way to draw out this Ryan fellow than by using Alex as bait? *******

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees