Beatless Characters Novels & Stories

[AZTEC] "You would leave me, the woman who was beside you, for a woman who is clearly lying to you? You’re pathetic, Aztec,” Beatrice said and Aztec let out a growl. It wasn't the growl of power, but it was the growl that reminded him of his guilt.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

Blake's POV She looked so damn sexy tonight, if she were any other girl, she'd be in my bed by now. I've had to endure a week of her traipsing around in all those shorts and tiny shirts, she wouldn't even wear a bra sometimes and have her nipples poking through them. If not for that stupid promise, she would already be mine, I accepted it, thinking that it be easy and it's anything but. Jonathan tapped me on the shoulder, ripping me from my thoughts, "I'm gonna turn in." he said and headed upstairs.

Alive. This wasn’t a defensive wall meant to repel invaders. It was deliberate obstruction. Built to exhaust patience before any true confrontation began. We walked until the rhythm of it became hypnotic. Step. Breath. Scan. Repeat. The surface never changed. No carvings. No markings. No guards pacing the top. No towers. Just black stone veined with something darker, moving slowly beneath it like blood beneath skin. Zane exhaled sharply. “If this is a test, it’s a tedious one.”

I nodded, as she exited my room. I have just a few more months to go, and my pups will be here with us. Where's Kia? The thought of him came to my mind. I guess he had died in battle. I didn't know what to make of his personality, but I knew him as someone kind, playful, and best of all—stylish. I wouldn't mind my pups taking up his sweet fashion sense, and I will ensure they do... I snickered at my thoughts as I went toward the huge mirror.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.

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I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

(ANOTHER DEAL) ONE. TWO. THREE The clock that’s ticking. The time that is running still while she is trapped inside the subconsciousness of the character that couldn’t be trusted. Yet, that untrustworthy nature of his is her perfect prison to be. “Right?” Beatrice wonders, planning her perfect step to have her perfect way into the best imperfect world of Death Reincarnate. While giggling and lustfully looking at the first two names with their character that she chooses to be her first two chess pieces.