Beastars X Reader Novels & Stories

I plead. “I Xander Stone…” he chest heaves with another cough as he pauses. “Hereby reject you Tika Heather as my mate…..”. The pain that hits my chest this time takes my breath away. I am unable to hold him of give him comfort as his body contorts and his back bows. Our screams fill the air and it feels like something inside me shreds to pieces. As my dragon howls in my head my senses are blinded as everything goes black.

“You need to see this.” Damien, who had been leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, straightened immediately. The sharpness in her tone was enough to make him stride across the room, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. He peered over her shoulder, his dark eyes narrowing as he read the words. An alliance between the hunters and the supernatural? His jaw tightened. “oh God, can't believe she brought me all the way for this" Damien hurry, she said when he arrived he was so surprised"This… this can’t be real,” he said, though his voice betrayed a hint of doubt.

Xavier said and pressed the dart in my hand. I breathed deeply and looked down at the shining metal surface. It was clearly a G and M and an R. My heart stopped beating as I eyed the last letter. It was a C. "GMRC." I mumbled, my eyes finding Devon's as I tried to read his face. He had gone utterly still, eyes a swirl of silver-gray, his nostrils flared. "The human realm." Xavier said and cursed as he threw the dart into the glass box, making Liberty jerk where she was standing behind him.

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

She wouldn't dare, not when the beast awaited in her subconscious. Questions swirl in her mind like a tempest. Why were her nightmares intensifying? Was there a connection to Redwood, or was it a mere coincidence? With no answers to her questions, the beast, which was a recurring figure in her dreams, remains an unsettling mystery. She pondered if it could be this same creature whose existence lurked in the shadows of Redwood. Was it a manifestation of the pack's fears, maybe?

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Any beastkin engaging in relations with a human under 18 would be immediately neutralized, regardless of whether or not it was consensual. "You know I'm a clean freak. I don't like her touching you." Lisa nuzzled his neck and pouted. "Please, Salem. Can't we be each other's firsts?" After a long while, Salem hoarsely replied, "Alright."

Nyra winced as blood trickled down her cheek. ‘Nyra!’ Zara growled defensively. Nyra stumbled back. “Watch your mouth, bitch,” Rheya said in a low growl. “I won’t let you speak lies about me.” Nyra cursed under her breath as the pain struck. Rheya’s claws were venomous. ‘Stay still,’ Zara, her wolf, urged from within. Nyra stayed seated at the edge of the bed, watching Rheya warily, almost terrified. “I’m going to show you what it means to stay in your place,” Rheya added.

“I decide when you die, runt. And because of your disobedience and your desperate wish to die, I have found a perfect way for you to do both… and still be useful to me and my pack.” “What?” I breathed, dread clawed at my chest like ice. “You will be sold to Alpha Caius as his fifth bride.” I blinked. No. No, No, No. My stomach twisted into knots, the air punched from my lungs. Alpha Caius of Blood Howl crest, the Alpha who murdered his four previous wives with his own hands. The one they call DEATH itself. That was who they were selling me to. “Please, you can’t do this to me! I will obey you. I swear! I won’t run again! Just don't send me to him,” I cried.

His hands clamped around my shoulders, holding me in place. When I dragged my gaze upward, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were glowing again—that eerie, feral luminescence that spoke of the madness lurking beneath his skin. His beast was rising again. But I wasn't afraid this time. "What did you just say?" His words came out as a growl. I met his predatory gaze without flinching, lifting my chin in defiance even as my heart hammered against my ribs. "You heard me." He let out a deafening roar as dark fur rippled across his jaw and throat, spreading over his shoulders in a wave of black that shimmered beneath the moonlight.