Black Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

“We head to Blackwater Cove.” Drake frowned. “That port is barely recognized.” “Exactly,” Sachin said. “It’s used by smugglers,” Drake countered. “Yes.” There was a brief silence before Elaina’s gaze sharpened. “You’ve been there.” Sachin nodded once. “Many times.” Drake studied him carefully. “And how do you plan to get us onto a ship without attracting attention?” Sachin allowed himself a small, almost mischievous smile. “Leave that to me.”

“That much you all know. But the rejection was only the first move. My nightmares—the ones I shared with Davon—they reveal the true enemy.” I looked directly at James, whose silver eyes were burning with intensity, then at Samuel, whose calm gaze absorbed every word. “The first vision is the Shadow Beast,” I explained, the words feeling cold and toxic on my tongue. “It is pure dark energy, a living void, wearing the face of a woman. She is beautiful and manipulative. This woman is preparing a Sacrifice that involves my power.” A low, collective growl rumbled around the table. Before I could continue, Davon leaned forward, his expression grave.

“I was born ready.” A beat of silence. “You’re starting a war,” he said, eyes flickering with something that could’ve been amusement… or a warning. “I love wars,” I said smoothly. “Especially ones I win.” Damon stood slowly, buttoning his suit. “Then I’ll see you on the battlefield, Mr. Blackwood.” He extended a hand. I stood too, took it, shook it once—firmly—and let go. “And may the best man win,” he added.

I turned before I could think better of it, and there she was. Samira. Fully formed, every inch of her real and wrong. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders like ink, her skin pale enough to catch the light in strange, unnatural ways. And her eyes, those weren’t human eyes. “Stay away from me,” I whispered, but my feet didn’t move. Her lips curved into a smile that wasn’t really a smile. “Give me the boy…” Her voice was smooth, almost kind if you didn’t hear the venom beneath it. “…and I’ll let the rest of you live.”

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

A world without monsters. And yet, I had brought her into this one. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. But then… something snapped inside me. Suddenly, my heart started beating too fast. My blood began to boil. My chest was burning. My head was pounding. No. Not now. Not here. I stood up quickly. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I felt it. The beast. It was waking up. My vision went dark. My eyes turned completely black. Even the whites were gone. Just black. All black.

Author’s POV La Perla Negra—The Black Pearl—was a high-end brothel located on the outskirts of the city. It was owned and operated by Vincenzo, the crime boss who had saved her from a fate worse than death. He had transported Dolores there instead of the strip club he had signed her up for, so she would gain experience first.

A twisted combination of wolf and darkness, its body shimmering with black energy, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. "What is that?" With a quivering voice, Chelsea inquired. "An abomination," Dominick remarked in a chilly tone. "By means of black magic." Unexpectedly, the beast attacked, its claws tearing through the air. Dominick shoved me away and snarled fiercely in response to the assault. "Remain back, Lisa!" He yelled while using his claws to cut the beast. "No chance," I whispered as I moved to his side, holding my blade firmly. Dominick's POV

"Mh, I love when my food puts up a fight. The adrenaline makes them taste so much sweeter." A thud sounded behind me, and I stopped walking and turned to face the woman. Her blonde hair was in a thin bun on her head, and her lips were dry and cracked. Her skin was sucked tight against her bones, and beyond the scratch on her cheeks where a small amount of dried blood sat, they were pale and colorless… unlike her eyes. Those were black, different than anything I had ever seen. Instead of just the irises being black like bears had, the orbs were entirely black, reflecting their soul.

Disobeying him means disobeying my new Alpha and showing disrespect towards him. “Atticus I-” “Alpha!” Two men in suits approach Atticus, and one of them leans closer to him, but despite speaking quietly, I manage to make out what they’re saying. “The Black Beast is almost at pack borders.” My heart skips a beat and I try to calm myself by thinking about something else- anything else! The flowers… Think of the flowers! The Black Beast. A name that was given to Sebastian years ago, because of his power and the colour of his wolf’s fur.