Novel & Cerita Bestia

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.

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

“What is it, Fiona? You can tell me anything.” I took a deep breath, my thoughts shifting to the one person who has been a source of discomfort lately – Tristan. “It’s the way Alpha Tristan treats me. Ever since he assigned me to be his breeder, he beats me and rapes me all the time, not minding if I was a person. It’s like I’m some kind of object of pleasure to him, and a vessel in bearing his heir.” Hailey’s expression darkened with empathy, and she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Fiona. That’s not fair to you. You deserve respect and care, not to be treated like an animal and a means to an end.”

Hold it. After hours of pointless shopping we sit down at some private rooftop place for lunch that’s reserved only for us. My throat tastes like acid and my hands are cold. Vivienne orders seared Chilean sea bass with champagne beurre blanc. Bianca orders Wagyu steak with truffle butter and some ridiculous French side I don’t catch the name of. I order… nothing. Vivienne finally looks at me. “Are you alright, Camilla?” I nod. “Fine.” Her stare sharpens. “You’ve barely spoken.”

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

he pointed to the first, “is a Skathryn. Fast. Agile. Goes for joints and arteries. You don’t kill it with brute force, you blind it. Take the eyes first. Then the throat.” He moved to the second, casually circling it. “This ugly motherfucker is a Drathos Beast. Scaled and resistant to most blades. But it’s slow. Stupid. There’s a gland beneath the tail joint. Hit it with fire or lightning, it’ll detonate. Boom. Pretty colors.”

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

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

And because he knew what kind of beasts they were, he knew what strong points they possessed. The first beast was the Steel Bodied Mantis. It was a creature that was 2 metres in height. It looked like a giant praying mantis, and it was just as grotesque. It was a creature that had an extremely tough exoskeleton, just like most of its insect companions. Its defense was near impenetrable, which was why it was called the Steel Bodied Mantis.