Beastility Novelas e Histórias

"And I think you're attracted to me too." The beast chuckled, a low rumble that resonated through me. "You're a bold one," it growled, its eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and desire. "Very well, little one." With a swift motion, the beast reached down and undid its belt, letting its pants fall to the ground. My eyes widened as I saw its massive cock spring free, standing tall and proud. It was thick and veiny, pulsing with a life of its own, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervousness.

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

He growled. “Ah, you're mistaken. It's the other way round, it's you who has been rambling. Let's get this over with, shall we? Your disgusting smell is making me lose brain cells.” I sighed. “Lucian, what the hell are you doing? You're making him more riled up, he might hurt the boys!” Beom whispered in my ear, panicking. “Shh. Don't be a mosquito.” Beastmen were known for their awful smell, and they always get tense and angry if someone mentions it. They sometimes kill or harm those who make fun of them. Knowing how powerful they were, people knew better to keep their thoughts.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

All the monster talk seemed terrible, and he wanted to get out of the woods this instant. “Lesions caused by animal attacks may be evaluated and misinterpreted as antemortem lesions such as ligature marks, firearm wounds, or stab wounds during the postmortem period. Which would make it more troublesome to determine if our suspect is a human or animal.” Melvin notified his teammates, and their faces became full of terror after his news.

"Get up, you disgrace for an Alpha." I coughed up dust. "I'd rather be torn to pieces than follow your orders." "It wasn't an order." He hauled me up by my front collar with supernatural strength. "But your painful death can be arranged." The Beast looked far worse for wear since I'd last seen him: features warped with insanity, the pupils of his eyes blown out, chest heaving for breath. I couldn't let that intimidate me. "I'm surprised you're not paralyzed," I said. His grin stretched just a little too wide. "You sound too eager to belittle me knowing I can rip your throat out here and now."

"These texts hold the key to unlocking the truth. We must study them diligently." Luna, her curiosity piqued, picked up a worn leather-bound book. "Look at this, it speaks of the Black Beast—a creature of immense power that was said to be capable of harnessing the corruption itself. Could this be the source of the darkness we face?" Hyperion nodded, his expression grave. "The Black Beast is a legend rooted in our ancient history. It is said that it possesses the ability to channel and control the corruption, using it as a weapon. If we are to understand and confront the corruption, we must comprehend the true nature of the Black Beast."

Bessie said hurriedly leaving the room. "He hasn't accepted the fact that we are mates yet and I don't think he would, he is a philanderer." "Then you should make him accept it." Hannah suggested and I looked at her skeptically. "He feels it. I know he does. It happens to all mates. They feel the urge to always be with their mates and perhaps he is fighting it. It's called the effect of the mate bond. He is affected by your touch use it to your benefit." She replied thoughtfully.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

I didn’t know the harsh unyielding brute before me, something awful had to have happened. Bas found his voice finally. “They were gonna do worse to her!” Bas protested. “You wouldn’t let that happen, so neither would I,” he argued. Wrong answer, The Beast wasn’t reacting to Bastian’s words but his attitude, Bastian’s wafting dominance attempted to cut through Wyatt's aura and failed, yet it flared again. Wyatt wasn’t in a sane mindset, I realized as his belt snaked through the loops of his pants. My heart skipped a beat. Not on my watch.