Beastly Stories Novels & Stories

My heart pounded from the shock, but the man remained unfazed and smiled at me instead. “Have you heard the story of the wolves?” -- END

But the occasional flickers it gave showed that it was not dead, but alive! The strange crystal in Aiden’s hand was a treasure from his family. It was called a Beast Crystal and it was used to locate members of Aiden’s race by inducing hallucinations of uncommon beasts in the minds of the victims. If the victim slept soundly without any hallucinations, that person was a regular old human. If there were results, then it meant that the person was of Aiden’s race – the Beastman Race! The user of the crystal could tell what was happening because the crystal allowed them to view the contents of the dream through the eyes of the conjured creature. So while they may not be able to see the beast, th

Even though he didn't have to go calling him in respectful terms the other ordinary wolves needed to call him with, he still did his part to respect the hierarchy set before them. "Kane," Zane said, his voice low. Baritone male, deep and heavily British accented voice, a voice that was the vocalization of smooth silk. "Yes, brother. I have news." "Speak." Zane said, then threw his cloak back on. "Well, tonight is a full moon." "Much like any other?" Zane asked, turning fully to Kane. His blood red eyes thinned a little. "No, brother. Your wolf will be taken tonight." Kane said, his voice small, as if he hated to break it to Zane.

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Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

The car moved smoothly through the city streets, the faint hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence between them. Sofia leaned against Damien’s shoulder, watching the lights blur past the window. After a moment, she broke the silence. “You know… you’re not like any of the werewolf stories I used to hear as a kid.” Damien glanced down at her, a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh? And what were you expecting?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. Something wilder? More… primitive?”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

She tried to hold up, gasping for air, but the beast grasped her waist, pinning her on his waist so she wouldn't slip away. “Ughhh!” The beast moaned, pushing his hip up and down in painful thrusts, as he crammed his inhumane meme Ed into Kaerith’s bleeding vagina. Kaerith breathed, trying to feel her lungs with air until the last drop of his cumshot made its way into her clit. The beast groaned as he pulled his cock away from her hole, leaving a trail of cum on the floor and the smell of sex in the air. I hate you. Kaerith cursed as she laid lifeless on the veinbed, covered in beads of sweat hoping he wouldn’t want another round.

His room is covered with glass walls and he can either turn it into a tinted glass wall or a clear one. “Liam, please fuck me now!” I could say that every time I beg him to fuck me, he grows hornier every second. And I like it. Come on, Liam Rockwell. I want you turn into a beast before you fuck me. I want my first time to be memorable and I want it hard. I want to be satisfied. He walked in front of my legs. “Part your legs, my whore.” He commanded and I do as what I told. He bit his lower lip as he observed my wet womanhood. It’s somewhat swollen because of how rough he fingers fucked me.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.