Black Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

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.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

he said, voice low and resonant, carrying the same guttural undertone I remembered from the cave. “I am the Black Beast. This is my human form for the Choosing.” The other girls straightened instantly, thrusting their breasts forward, smoothing their dresses, offering shy, hopeful smiles. Lira actually bit her lip and fluttered her lashes. In the space of a heartbeat he was gone from the far side of the grove. Supernatural speed. One moment distant, the next standing directly in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body. The same dark, smoky musk filled my lungs. My knees weakened.

I almost feel on my back but quickly held myself up, taking a deep breath for calm my now racing heart. The best or whatever it was didn't walk towards the scared guards in a hurry, no. It's steps were slow, deadly enough to make a grown man cry and piss himself. And within a blink of an eye, it moved through the men like a ghost, devouring their souls in seconds. There wasn't one merciful kill, he made them bleed while they died, their skulls crushed, Brian's gushing out, bones snapping. And after the beast was done, I saw as the shadow slowly spun and retreated back to where it came from.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

He was everything the stories promised: tall, menacing, his black beard a wild tangle that matched the storm in his eyes. Amelia's heart raced, the anticipation a thrilling counterpoint to the danger that surrounded her. This was the moment they had fought for, the confrontation that would define them all. She moved toward him, her path cutting through the remnants of the enemy crew like a blade. Her strength was a living thing, a testament to her choices and the woman she had become. Blackbeard turned to face her, his expression a mix of calculation and disbelief. The chaos around him was a battlefield he had thought he would own, the certainty in his eyes now tinged with doubt.

And she herself didn't know why but after last night, the gloomy hope inside her broken heart again started desiring to be lightened up , to live like it forever longed , needed and wanted with it's everything . Ridhima tenderly breathed out and closed her eyes trying to clear and calm her heart and it's already dead desires , hopes and longing because she knew, whatever she was desiring wasn't something she deserved in any way . She again exhaled firmly and opened her eyes and looked at her naked body which was covering under the duvet . She noticed her rashes completely faded away , her body turned totally norm and there was no itching or burning sensation on her skin which made her sighe

She said to her in a smicker and she took notice of the glint in their eyes. "okay i am lost, who is sam and jacob and why are you cheating on your mates with them. I have nothing against cheating as long as they are hot.`` She heard Martha say. She watched as Becca reached into her pocket for her own and she began to type out something into it.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.