Beastly Quotes Novels & Stories

spewed from my lips. Following us inside the clubhouse, the man I had nicknamed Beast, laughed. "Oh, how sweet! Kitty has claws!" From over Rook's shoulder, I glared at the Beast, and snarled, "Damn straight she does, and given the chance, I'll fuck u ~SATAN~

Angels certainly are scary creatures. Grimacing, I step over a dead trunk. I almost lose my balance and place my hand on something sturdy to keep it. It’s not until after I withdraw my hand that I realize I was using Beast’s chest as my support. Blushing, I abruptly swallow and pretend I never touched him. “Err, beautiful weather, isn’t it?” Damn. I just ‘beautifully weathered’ Beast. The guy can’t even speak. He must think I’m stupid, or worse; he already knows I’m dumb.

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.

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

Though I wanted to run to their rescue, another brutal kick from the supernatural terror had me emptying my stomach into the new, sticky pile of offal and gore that their destructive intrusion was creating in an ever widening circle. Casting aside its monstrous jaws and releasing a new wave of mind numbing parley ox, the beast towered over me with a sly sense of humor. Conversely, lupine filth. This is simply the beginning of an overture whose beautiful cadences will reverberate through every atom in the dying resonance of this universe."

Xavier: You have awakened the beast within me. Me: Tell that beast to hunt me down and do whatever it wants with me.

“So Damon sends me James’s daughter. And James leaves behind a daughter I never knew existed.” His steps were slow as he began circling me. I didn’t move. I didn’t dare. His presence brushed against me with every pass, a pull I couldn’t understand. He didn’t speak, didn’t touch me. He stopped behind me. So close I could feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. “Pathetic,” he spat. “You don’t even have a wolf? How useless can you be?” His words hit like a whip on my skin. I flinched, biting down the gasp that threatened to escape. My chest tightened, shame rising like bile in my throat.

I repeated, confused “Who said I was supposed to die after marrying Noah?” “Common sense, bitch!” she spat, furious “What? You spend your whole life causing problems for our family, predicting all sorts of shit for us, but you can’t do the same with your husband? And what’s wrong with that idiot? He should have cut your throat and put your head on a stake on your wedding night, like everyone said he would! But no! He decided to keep the pack’s disgrace alive! Maybe, besides being an uncontrolled Beast, he’s fucking crazy, too…”

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.