Beast X Wirt Novels & Stories

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

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.

"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.

Just an order. I stepped out, closed the door behind me, and shifted back into my beast form. Stone blurred beneath my paws as I tore through Blackreach, past its gates and straight for the edge of the Whispering Woods. By the time I reached Brammon and Rhydan, the forest line was already crawling with movement. Manticores came first. Dozens of them—their humanlike faces fixed in those eerie, empty expressions. Lion bodies, scorpion tails arched high, each one moving in perfect, unnatural formation.

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."

"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.

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