Black Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

She was paralyzed by the conflicting emotions coursing through her – shock, fear, disbelief. "Ameera," Haider's voice was soft, a stark contrast to the world she had just glimpsed. Ameera's eyes remained fixed on the wall, on the faces that stared back at her. Faces that had been silenced by the Black Mafia. She felt her legs move almost on their own, carrying her towards the wall as if drawn by an unseen force. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, her words a whisper. "You're... you're the Black Mafia?"

He pointed the gun at them with a dangerous vicious look in his eyes that brimmed with hatred, he unlocked the gun and , she grabbed the gun from his hand but just then there was another ferocious beast behind Ajay, about to attack him Samaira panicked, the beast had the face of the man she had encountered in the mall, soon he turned into a beast again and the man who was going to be attacked changed from Ajay to Siddharth “No, leave him,” she kept shouting but the beast was ferocious, finally she pointed the gun at the beast and *BOOM* “NO!,” Samaira jolted out of her sleep completely soaked in sweat, her whole body trembled and her face was blanched

“You think it’s them?” Sam didn’t answer, her gaze locked on the meadow. Then she saw them—shadows moving through the fog, their forms low and predatory. Black Shadow wolves, at least a dozen, their amber eyes glowing like embers in the mist. Their coats were matted, their claws long and stained with blood, and they moved with a coordinated precision that sent a chill down Sam’s spine. At their head was Rhea Blackthorn, her jet-black hair braided tight, her cruel smile visible even through the fog. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her presence was a promise of violence.

He was running inside the park, still thinking about last night event when he crossed a bench on which someone was sleeping, his gaze fell on the person for a second before passing but he stopped and looked back. Ayat was sleeping peacefully, lying on a bench straight. he looked around while breathing heavily because of too much running but there was no one as it was still dark and foggy. he walked back and looked at her closely. she was wearing a sky blue shirt with simple embroidery on the edges and white trousers and scarf, making his gaze still on her face. there was so much peace on her face which made him jealous and angry. "do you own this bench miss?..."arham asked in a slightly rude

he inquired casually. She seemed startled from her reading, "O-oh. No. Just...looking at some illustrations." "Ah." He could smell a nervous scent wafting off of her. She was lying. But he didn't press the matter. He was too busy presently. Twillow stared at the illustrations and the fancily scrawled heading that read: Giants. The illustration looked like a horrible, drooling, sharp-toothed, yellow-eyed demon, with gray skin, a thick matted beard, and towered over the scribbled trees.

The information flooded her mind out of nowhere; she wasn't even certain it came from Dobah, but she turned at once to obey him. But as she turned toward the lights of the city, a single figure moved out of the night and blocked the way between her and freedom. The beast was tall and gaunt with gray skin stretched tightly over his skull. His teeth were blackened and jagged, stained with the blood of so many innocents. He smiled at her, a terrible parody of a smile. (Okay guys, these are the real vampires in this book-very ugly and prideful...lol...I will mention about Aiden's kind soon) Blenda was screaming, although no sound emerged from her throat. Dobah was engaged in a terrible battle wi

It was indeed the fastest time range, I had shifted. I looked up, only to be met with Caspian’s dark and alluring gaze. “Grooowwwwll!!!!” something rumbled. It was then I realized, it was his beast’s rumbling and the same thing had happened to him. He was surfaced in seconds— a black creature several feet taller than mine. Huger, with a blemished and an eye sore of a face…but I saw through him. I saw through that. Our wolves hugged surprisingly, rolling over on the bed. Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room.