Novel & Cerita Black Beast By Samreen Shah

“Hand her over, Blackwood. This doesn’t have to get messy.” Damien’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. “Oh, it’s already messy the moment you decided to interrupt us,” he hissed, his voice like velvet dipped in venom. “And it’s about to get a lot messier.” Before the man could react, Damien moved. He was a blur of darkness, his movements too fast for the human eye to follow. In an instant, he had the man by the throat, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. The intruder’s feet kicked uselessly in the air, his hands clawing at Damien’s iron grip.

I pulled him into my arms, holding him near to me, hiding my face in the curve of his neck as I tried to slow down my heart, which was beating fast. He is safe. He is here. But the dream. No. The nightmare. Even till now, I could still smell the burning wood and feel the pack house shaking under my feet. I could still hear the distant screams, the sound of wolves falling one by one under the attack of something that is unnatural. And then her. Zaira Blackthorn. A name I did not recognize. A face carved into my memory like a curse, long black robes that billowed like smoke, eyes silver and bottomless, her voice a lullaby soaked in poison.

He called, but Graeme already began to step away, shifting in the process. He turned into a large black wolf and disappeared without another word to me or my shattered heart. I didn’t know much about being a wolf, but I did know a bit about broken hearts and mine was shattered at the fact that I had found someone who seemed to be my other half— and he had rejected me.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

“Oh God, please I just want this nightmare to be over. What did I ever do to deserve this?” she sniffed, whispering to herself. The door flew open. Her heart paced as she saw Shehryaar walk into the room along with two other men dressed in black. “Over here.” He ordered in a cold loud voice. The men placed something on the ground and immediately left when Shehryaar snapped his fingers. After the door closed, Shehryaar turned to face Anissa and her terror grew even more from the look on his face—his lips turned into a vicious and insidious smile and an evil glint reflected in his smoky grey eyes.

Even her hair is different, suddenly wet and smelling of rank, briny seawater as it writhes around her shoulders like a nest of vipers. The skeleton’s face that hovers inches from my own swells with darkness, bristling with thin wavy tendrils of shadow that drift slowly through the air towards me. I hear a hollow, joyless sound emanating from the creature that was Bea. She’s laughing. A gloomy tendril of shade winds towards me, and brushes my cheek. It burns hotter than fire, colder than ice. In that moment, I snap out of it. I spring to my feet, running to the edge of the clearing, just as Bea explodes in a ball of twisting filaments of black mist, like she’s being consumed from within by a

Slowly…she turned around to face the mighty beast in front of her - The beast roared, making Alisson close her eyes and her hair ponytail shoot backward. The beast with six eyes - three vertically arranged on each side, between the cat-like nose, and teeth like a black panther. "Oooh my heaven," she parted her lips in sight of the beast in front of her. "Even my wolf form can't beat this." She said to herself. How she is not peeping on her clothes is something she'll have to think about if she makes it. The beast smelt her, then turned around, and walked away. Alisson sighed.

Ella felt helpless as she watched in horror as the battle turned into a massacre. Suddenly there was a loud scream. Her body froze. Her breath ceased, her chest tightened and her eyes widened as she turned to see the claws of one of the beast's allies deeply embedded in the heart of Derek. Time seemed to stop. Her voice seemed lost as she tried to scream. Immediately a shadow fell above her, she raised her eyes to see the beast. His eyes were black like the abyss, his size bigger than anything she had ever seen, his hair was long and his face was very scary. The shocking thing was that there was not a single scratch on him, it was more like he was invisible to the whole battle happening arou

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.

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.”