Beck Cat Novels & Stories

Where are they? Bek slowly looked up to find out what was happening. He saw the one which dragged Méah licking its nose looking at them with bloodstained teeth. Its ears were bent down against its head and the tail was tucked between its legs, looking like it had lost the appetite to feast on them. Its back was archer trying to make itself look small and less conspicuous. There was no more aggression on its wild and ferocious—nothing but fear which was shown on its frightened whimpers.

"That's a great idea, Giovani. I love it." "If you have toys specific to Becca's favorite color, flower, or animal, you could use those," Giovani said. He peered at me curiously. "Do you think you will? She has quite a bit of money given everything that happened, so surely there's a huge selection of toys for the little ones." I nodded, smiling at him. "We have plush animals of all sorts. Her favorite animal is a horse. Dahlia has plenty of regular horses and unicorns. Many of them are pink, something Becca enjoys as well. A subtle pink, granted, but there's toys with that."

he says as I pull away from him. “Memory?” “Yes. Becky has said she noticed Katrina tends not to remember some things from her childhood. Something like partial amnesia,” he explains as I narrow my eyebrows. “What if someone played with her wolf? Or did something? You could find out and tell her to get it checked. Maybe then her wolf could recognize you,” he insists as I swallow hard. Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

Being trained as a slave and being constantly instructed to be comply with whatever from authorities, I had forget my ability to think independent. I was too oblivious. “Do you mean…that most of the slaves are guilty for something?” my lips were trembling as I asked the question. “Yes,” Samantha looked at me bemusedly, “Most. But I suppose you’re not Val? Because you look very different from them. You are always gallant and frank, and those qualities will never be found on other slaves. Have you noticed that Ben always seemed to be timid in front of those servants? I can tell you that he would just freak out while facing with a master. It was because his parents used to be in the army and th

“We know, sweetie. We know. Beckett and Charlotte explained as much as they could. We already asked Beckett, but I’m going to ask you too. Have you been in contact with any dark witches or anyone who could have used magic to do this?” I know it’s because of his and Ainsley’s connection getting stronger, but what if there’s something else? I want to figure out if something has intensified it. “No, Mom. Beckett and I only get involved with werewolves and humans. We’re not stupid. I promise.” His tone is serious, even through the fog of the pain medicine. “We even stay away from other species when we go racing. I swear, Mom. Werewolves and humans. That’s it.”

He showed his satisfaction by petting the cub. The beast was fully covered in black hair with patches of hair which were missing on some areas and also had a lot of scars on its body, its legs, and its nose was covered in white hair, it also had a triangle-like white patch on its neck. It gave off a majestic feel whenever he observed it for a longer time. Ben stood there thinking for some time and named the beast Oreo as it looked like the biscuit. Ben opened his system and asked, "Can I let Oreo stay inside the system storage"

He shifts his weight from his right foot to his left, clearly considering his options. As he turns and takes a step away, my heart jolts to my throat with the thought that he might be leaving. However, a few moments later, a young man emerges from behind a bush. He is incredibly tall, but as I look at his face closely, I realize he can’t be more than 19 years old. “I’m Becca,” I say quickly. “Are you like me?” his eyes are wide open with the idea. Is it possible that he hasn’t met another werewolf?

Not ever. But with each passing day, the pressure mounts. Beckett makes a surprise visit one evening, lounging on my sofa as if he owns the place. He sips his tea, a smug smirk on his face. “Congratulations, Alpha,” he says with mock cheer. “But I can’t extend my full blessings until I see an heir.” “What do you want, Beckett?” I snap, tired of his meddling. “Why are you here?” “Only to offer some friendly advice.” He leans forward, his expression darkening. “The pack will never accept a human mate. But perhaps there’s another way.”

He still can't understand why his own uncle attacked him like that. Does he know Kes’ true nature? No. Ty refuses to believe he already found out. The male has no interest in any female other than Madison Marlowe. Ty is embarrassed to complain to his dad or any one else. There's the issue of the beast whom they should be making sure to catch before another pack does. Sniffing out the creature would be a piece of cake once Kerris is under his control. It's 06:30 pm now. Curtis should call any minute with the information he's waiting for.

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.