Beastars X Reader Novels & Stories

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

Mira’s handiwork, obviously, though Carolina couldn’t tell if it was intended as flattery or warning. Xander found her in the bodega, fiddling with eggs, his hair tied back in the lazy knot that meant he’d barely slept. He wore a T-shirt spotted with bleach and blood, and he looked banged up but happy. “You left the monsters hungry,” he stage-whispered, picking up a pack of cigarettes and tossing it into her basket. “I trust their predatory instincts,” Carolina replied. “Besides, they’re getting fat.” “Like their alpha.”

With a sudden, dark burst of inspiration, a cunning, predatory glint ignites behind my eyelids as my boots sprint toward the main perimeter gate of the command complex. CHIKA WHITMORE Seated inside the metallic walls of the monitoring bunker, waiting for the arrival of Lucien's elite extraction forces, my inner beast grows incredibly restless. Seeking a simple distraction to break the boredom, I decide to descend to the sub-level canteen sector on the first deck to secure a cold ration drink.

“I hated him too. Tried to run away from it, just like you. But it always came back to me, our fate, Ava. Jaskier is one of them and so am I. We’re born to hunt down entities that devour men.” Her eyes locked with mine, as she said those words slowly. “And the beast is one of them!” Jaskier yelled immediately, drawing his sword. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you, Jaskier.” Caspian snarled, stepping right in front of me to protect me. I swallowed nervously, peeking from his body which was in front of me. “I’m not who you thought I was, my King. I’m a hunter, a Scavenger, whose mission is to kill beasts like you.” Jaskier snarled, approaching Caspian.

As high-ranking Beast Humans, it wasn't just Kiel and Matteo who had evil characters. However, *Sapphires always have psychopathic tendencies. Beast Humans like Halvir, Aefar, Aaric, Bardolf, Mischa, or others with a *Sapphire rank, even if they were the type with high honor. They were all the same, having suppressed Beast instincts by nature. Along with the growth of great power, the sadistic soul of the Beast Man also awakened. They loved bloody battles, the harder and more violent the battle, the more passionate they would be and aroused their thirst for blood.

The name there made something cold move through my chest. It wasn't a name I connected to the northern territorial network. A name I connected to Red Claw Pack,to the mating ceremony. To blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Calista. Aunt Mara and Calista were corresponding against me. I folded the paper back and held it in my hand and looked at the grey sky above the yard. A paper in my hand that told me the walls of the place I was hiding inside had already started closing against me.

By the time he finally pulled, I couldn't breathe properly, his lips were swollen, his eyes boring into that of mine like the beast he is, then a slow smirk curved his mouth. “Your voice…” he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. “I love hearing it. I wonder how your moaning will sound in my ear.” I jerked my face away, cheeks burning. “Stop… it.” But it felt like that irritated him, he yanked me back against him, voice dropping to a whisper. “I am not a monster,” he said. “I am a beast.” That was when I realized those eyes weren’t Knight’s, so it was his beast all along.

He heaved a heavy sigh. "Alpha," Graham said carefully. Trent's head snapped up. Their eyes met. Graham quickly looked away. His Alpha's obsidian blue eyes were gone, replaced by bloodshot red, feral, and unrelenting. "I ran into Doctor Xavier on my way here," Graham continued reluctantly, his brows knitted. "He said something… something I didn't want to believe." "Say it," Trent demanded. Graham looked at Zora again, then back at Trent. His voice trembled slightly.

"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.

But what a sweet and beautiful end it would be, so much worth it. Dhara drew her elbows and laid flat on the cool mattress, her palms taking their time to explore his chest, rocky pecs, and tight abdomen beneath her fingertips. He hissed at the touch, suppressing another growl working up his throat. Low-rise jeans hung around his hips, barely hiding that V bone that could stutter any poor heart, and made her whimper with the raw need to feel more of him. His effect on her was like a drug, the one she wished to stay always high on.