Beasts Mc Novels & Stories

Samantha carried on, “It’s rather difficult to see him. He would only came here like every two or three months. You couldn’t imagine how handsome he is, just like one of the six great gods!” This third master Mr. Drakos had been a mystery for me and I did feel curious about his identity. It was very weird for different creatures to reside the same building. Despite the coalition, they had always despised each other. “The Alpha in North and his daughter would also attend.” Samantha seemed a bit unhappy to bring out this topic but she continued anyway, “they said the Alpha’s daughter would be engaged with Alpha Xavier for uniting two powerful packs. But I bet she will not be Alpha Xavier’s mat

“The rest of you, continue training. Switch to your beasts. Practice fast morphing. I want instinct, not hesitation.” Then I look over my shoulder at the healing wolves. “Get this one to the infirmary.” They nod, moving efficiently. The unconscious gamma has already shifted back to human form. They bring a stretcher and carry him out. I step out of the arena.l and head toward Emerald. “Morning,” I say when we’re a few feet apart. She smiles. “Hey, Asher!” One of the warriors jogs toward me, cutting in. I half turn to him.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

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.

His chest still rose and fell from the game, his jersey tugged tight across muscles hockey shouldn’t legally be allowed to build. His eyes cut to the bully trio, cold as the ice behind him. “Touch her again,” he said, voice low and lethal, “and you’ll regret ever being born.” Jessica’s smirk collapsed instantly. Mara swallowed hard. Ally stepped back like he was a wild animal. Funny. Henry had called him a monster minutes ago. Now I was seeing exactly what that meant. Then, as if on cue, the girls snapped out of their fear and flipped instantly into fangirl mode.

She wouldn't dare, not when the beast awaited in her subconscious. Questions swirl in her mind like a tempest. Why were her nightmares intensifying? Was there a connection to Redwood, or was it a mere coincidence? With no answers to her questions, the beast, which was a recurring figure in her dreams, remains an unsettling mystery. She pondered if it could be this same creature whose existence lurked in the shadows of Redwood. Was it a manifestation of the pack's fears, maybe?

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

Crates of eggs were overturned, and food spilt across the ground. Most mothers yanked their daughters by the arms; guards shouted orders, but no one followed as boots pounded in all directions. An old man whispered as he fled past, “The Beast is hungry again.” “The Dreadborns are here!” Kaerith’s stomach clenched.

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”