Beastly Stories Novels & Stories

Kayla curled over, her head buried in her hands as she swam in her fear. Kayla's nightmare snapped into reality when a thunderous animal-like growl resounded in the atmosphere. She looked up and beheld a 9ft, massive black fur-covered beast with red eyes decapitating and smashing the heads of the vampires with only the wave of his hand, picking some in his hands and ripping their bodies apart, growling fiercely. These creatures existed?

Hana put the lizard in her sleeve, wanting to say goodbye to the Fox, but they completely disappeared. At the forest's highest point, Mrs. Vinlot stared at the image in front of her. Of the many beasts, it chooses the weakest one. During a trip to clear the monsters in the forest, she picked up one egg that was black. It later hatches a lizard with red horns. It's the strangest kind of spirit beast she has ever met. Every type of beast has divine magic, but it doesn't. Most animals have magical bags, but neither do they. Apart from the ability to survive on its own, it is no different from ordinary animals.

Steam boats hoot and trudge past through the black river all alight like little cities adrift. Halting at the farthest alley from his home, the mortician steps into the foetid darkness with one hand cupped over his nose and removes the child from his jacket, setting it inside a large garbage bin. He stepped back and watched dumbly as cold rain fell on its naked form while it howled red-gummed at the night and the stars and the gods that did not listen. The blanket fell away from its frail form, short legs pedalling in the air viciously, small hands beating at death knocking on its door.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

She looked up and met my eyes, paralyzing me for a moment, “The beast would tear you apart.” She stepped back and I let her. “Keep your doors locked, Aria.” She walked backwards towards the door, without turning. “The Beast comes at night and devours fresh, young flesh…” Her hand settled on the door knob, “…before he tears them apart.” I had no doubt that I was pale. She was telling me something. It was like she was reciting a script. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you tell anyone about me, your loved ones will pay.”

And if Mira’s team found out her negotiations would include canoodling the handsome billionaire, she would lose all respect. As conflicted as she felt about telling half-truths and dodging prying questions, she pressed on, and within an hour, One World had completely vacated their site twenty yards off from the Starlight trench and were holding steady in their motel rooms at the Travel Lodge on the north side of Bellevue.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

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.

He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her skin like hell. Dolores screamed and cried, her body burned, the pain was excruciating, the man whipped her without mercy until her whole body was covered with welts and burns. "You fucking bitch, I will not let you get away with this. I will show you how the Beast handles fucking bitches like you. I will kill you, you filthy cunt," he shouted, his hands reaching out, grabbing her throat, squeezing her throat, choking her, making her gasp for air.

Her words still made no sense, leaving me even more confused, “Turning him— Then it hit me. I heard the story once, of a beast who terrorized villages, towns, forests, during the full moon. A foul creature from the deepest pits of hell, with seven heads and no tail. A hybrid out of control. A rabid primate who bites the head off any being in sight, even without mercy. Goosebumps, they appeared all over my skin. I shuddered with fear, my toes curling as a sudden chill went down my spine. It was all staring to dawn on me, why he claimed this night was so special to him.