Behold The Man Novel Novels & Stories

Tired in the place where panic and fear had been grinding against each other for too long. I stared at the white padded wall opposite the bed and thought if I looked at it long enough maybe it would split open and show me something true. Instead, the door opened. The sound of it almost made me flinch off the bed. I turned too fast, my neck protesting, my whole body tensing on instinct. A man stepped in dressed completely in black. He had grey eyes, and a scar running near one eye like a torn patch of old damage. He held a loaf of bread and a bottle of water.

Freja’s eyes locked on the man who appeared to be the leader of the latest arrivals. Katalea elbowed Beecher who still had his head bowed. He looked up to watch this dark-haired, dark-skinned man tear his soiled shirt away. Those around him must have heard what Katalea and company could only see his lips clearly say, “Mate!” Bodies moved aside like the parting of the sea and he strode to her. His bare chest was scarred but in far better shape than the shirt he had discarded. No one attempted to step in his way, and from what Katalea could see the attempt would have been futile anyway. Freja looked at him with wonder, a half smile on her face. It was as if she were contemplating how thi

Sinai made sure to bring up the veil so one penetrates this time around. She grabbed a burning torch and walked away until they reached the barricade where the huge, wolf was in. Contrarily, in its place sat a naked, frail and bloodied man with brunette hair and silver eyes. Its jaw covered with beards that must have been there for centuries. They could hear the man's raspy breathing. "Wonderful present." The mayor chants with a sinister smirk on his face. Sinai only looked at them and said nothing. The naked man slowly whirled, coughing and breathing fast.

Therefore, his curiosity drove him to move faster to the front and see it clearly. When it was finally ten meters away, he could see the person’s real appearance, but he was also stunned. Because the man in front of him was the man who humiliated him yesterday. “This is… the man?” Blind Bear stood still, and he dared not take a step forward. He could still remember this man’s scary ability. He was not a human. He was a god from heaven! “Hi, we meet again.” Thomas took the initiative to say, “Blind Bear, how are you?”

He looked directly at me, seeming to stare straight through me, before his eyes landed on Nova and seemed to soften slightly as she let out something that I could only describe as a cooing sound. Bane rumbled low in his chest, vibrating the very ground we stood on before puffing out a breath of heated air at me and pulling back to hover over who I could only assume was his bonded. The man looked me up and down with what looked to be a very disapproving glare, but even that wasn't enough to deter me from gawking at the man. Even glaring daggers at me, he was the most god damn beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on.

A cold, deliberate stare from the window. Holden’s muscles tensed instantly, his hand reaching for the gun holstered beneath his jacket on the table. He moved silently, steps precise. Then— a shadow detached itself from the darkness outside. A man. Tall. Still. Too still. Holden’s heartbeat didn’t quicken. It slowed. Predator recognizing predator. The man smiled— not with warmth, but with the knowledge that he was the one who should be feared. He lifted two fingers to his forehead in a mock salute.

Wren’s POV He materializes like fog becoming flesh. Translucent at first. Then clearer. Then real enough that I can see the details. My breath hitches because the man taking shape between my thighs is the handome man in the portrait hanging in my hallway downstairs. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. A mouth that looks like it was made for saying filthy things in a century that didn't allow them. And cold, dark eyes that burn with something raw and desperate. "You're beautiful," I whisper, reaching up and touching his face. My fingers find a jaw, and he closes his eyes at my touch like a man who hasn't been touched in two hundred years.

the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

He had heard that phrase so many times, but never in his wildest dreams did he think that this phrase would one day resonate so deeply with him. He looked at Mane with a slightly lost expression. The young man didn’t look impressed by what he did at all. His face still had that small smile, but Black Hand could tell from Mane’s cold eyes that he wasn’t concerned by what happened in any way. The boy’s vision was beyond them. It looked like he was looking at them, but Black Hand didn’t feel the piercing gaze of a warrior tearing him apart. He couldn’t feel anything at all. He understood that Mane wasn’t watching him. He was focused on… Ivor!

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.