Beasts Novel Novels & Stories

he explains just as we reach the den's opening. Sadness sweeps over my heart as I realize what the human rulers have done. They have successfully driven a wedge between humans and their protectors. I never even thought about it. I considered them to be beasts. I felt like that up until his explanation. I didn't even really feel appreciative toward them while living in the city. They live and die for us...And we call them Beasts. Tears sting my eyes and make it to where I can't see. I stop walking so I won't fall, and the tears begin to fall instead.

That’s when it goes black! I wake up with the strongest headache in the world. Did I drink last night? The brightness of the sun glared in my eyes. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I could see that I was in the forest, but it was different! The forest around me was leveled! There were scorch marks in the ground that looked like big footprints! The footprints looked inhuman. I looked at my hands and saw blood, but it wasn’t my blood! “What the hell?” I asked myself before I spotted Binx, he looked terrified! “Binx… what the hell…” I began to ask but then he let out a hiss, his fur fluffed up. “What the fuck?”

Beasty emerges in Isabella's presence for the first time ever, unlike the one she had witness in her dream, Beasty was very ugly and unbelievably huge. His fangs long and Sharp while his mouth was too wide for his face. Isabella could only gasped and cringe in great shock at the Beast she had been living with for the past few months. Sidney's Beast was not at all different from Hayden's but unlike Beasty which is black , his was white. The eyes glaring and challengingly that Isabella heart continue beating non stop.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

“If you’re listening to this recording, that means I’m dead. The contents of my journal contain everything you need to learn about Whitehaven, the secret state that our government agreed to keep off the map. I disagree. I say to hell with that. People need to realize there are monsters who walk among us like regular folk, but they're not. They're shifters. Those freaks are stealing our women and forcing them to mate with them, no doubt turning them into something unnatural. Something unholy. If the government is reluctant to stop these creatures, then we should take matters into our own hands. Join The Order and help to make the world a safer place for our children.” At the bottom of the art

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

The Beast tilted its head slightly and I saw the pale eyes shift and I saw the hunger that it had been carrying since before the old laws were written rise to the surface and I felt the cold that it carried spread across the clearing and I knew that the moment that it had been waiting for was here. Then it moved and it moved faster than its size suggested and it lunged toward Nova and Kael met it head on and the impact shook the ground and claws clashed against steel and bone and Kael’s blade cut across its shoulder and the blade did not sink deep and the Beast did not bleed because the hide beneath was harder than flesh and the cold that it carried was the cold of the silence that had swall

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.

It could sense him. It knew why he was here. And it would do everything in its power to stop him. Daniel. The thought of him—trapped, alone—made Rigel push forward with renewed urgency. Then came the first attack. The Beasts of the Abyss A low growl echoed from the shadows. Then another. And another. Suddenly, they were surrounded. The creatures emerged from the darkness, their bodies shifting and flickering between forms. Some were twisted amalgamations of bone and sinew, others pure shadow with burning crimson eyes. They moved too fast, their claws gleaming, their fangs dripping with black venom.