Beastly Stories Novels & Stories

The sun was hidden across the mountains, in a villa in the floral city, a traveler walked down the main street, looking for a place to spend the night, the mysterious traveler sat near a campfire, where there were people sitting around it. The traveler put his belongings next to him, then a small one approaches him, "excuse me, sir, they are 5 copper coins, they are to be entitled to the heat of the campfire, in addition to a ration of freshly prepared oatmeal," the traveler took the coins and paid the little one, the little one went with an older person and I give him the money, she gave him a tray with a plate and a glass, "sir I have" the traveler took it and continued to eat it, during h

Before they are able to speak,the mysterious man speak out"I know the reason for being here , you want my help in the battle that can cause the destruction of your kingdom" "How did you know our reason for being in this forest? Are you the beast we are looking for?" The warlords asked fearfully since their weapons had no effect on him. "I am going to answer one question," he asked . "Yes, I am the beast ",he said raising his fingers as they elongated into long sharp claws,the warlords and the knights gasped and retreated in fear. "Please we need your help and assistance to win this war"all the warlords and the knights pleaded.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

THERE ARE TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THIS BOOK. THE WEREWOLVES IN THIS SERIES ARE VERY ANIMALISTIC. READ WITH CAUTION. THANK YOU "Get up," the beast man yells at us. We all scramble to our feet in hopes of not aggitating him. He spits, kicks, and hits if we don't move fast enough. On multiple occasions he has also drug one of us away for the night. "Buyers are coming tonight. I expect each of you to be on your best behavior," he snarls, and my head falls.

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

It tore through the walls and spilled into the night, echoing across the mountains beyond Blackreach before rolling over the snow-covered peaks. My heart lurched. A second howl followed. The full moon had risen. And Fenric's beast was awake. I bolted to the bed, pressing my back against the headboard, curling in on myself as the howls grew louder. I thought about hiding under the bed again. Just like last time. I had already pushed myself off the mattress, ready to crawl beneath it, when the door burst open so suddenly that I yelped. For one horrifying second, every terrible possibility flashed through my mind.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

Today looked like it was going to have a good weather, from the way the morning birds tweeted, the cocks crowed. I closed my eyes, trying to picture exactly how she had said it. “…wolves, beasts, vampires and witches. She called them a danger to humanity. The Goddess did the strangest of things, you know.” I told him. “Deeds which were very unlikely for a universal being.” I stepped back to the bed to sit with him, slipping my dress on, in the process. Caspian narrowed his eyes at me, with desire lurching through. It was brief though, gone as soon as I was decent.

He answered then stood up. "Well now you know that there is a town right after the river, won't you go there with me?" I asked seriously hoping I would trick him into agreeing. "I'm sorry but I can't." He answered seriously. "Why?" I asked in almost a scream. "Because the beast of the forest guards the shores of the river. It only comes out right after nightfall. Its got heightened senses and can't be easily killed. Any person who dares to go close to the river is dead." He answered strongly scaring me.