Black Beast Novel By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped. Professor Black…strict, cold, always in suits…was now in a black hoodie, diamond-studded earrings, hair slicked back from the wind, looking like a sinful gangster straight out of a fantasy. He pulled off his helmet, his dark hair falling into place effortlessly. He was… breathtaking. He walked toward me, slow, confident, dangerous…but comforting all at once. When he reached me, he smirked. “Mesmerized by this hot dude?” he teased. I giggled helplessly.

As he grinned, his white, utterly hairless face stretched like rubber. As one skeletal guard closed the door, another readied the chair at the end of the table. The pale man sat. He did not remove his hat. As Mother wiped her face with her napkin, Father cleared his throat. “Welcome, Mr. Cillian. I am Benjamin Blackwood. This is my wife Elizabeth—” He paused, for the skeletal creatures were marching over to stand behind his and Mother’s chairs. “Do continue,” said Mr. Cillian. His voice was excessively nasal. “Don’t mind the Reapers. They’re friendly, that’s all.”

Her previous vulnerability changed into hatred. As those words left Sasha's mouth, David barked a laugh, shaking his head. For some reason, he found it really funny. God knows why this guy laughs so much and at things which don't seem at all funny. This man is super weird. How can he laugh at this situation? "Who is Shelly?" Dean spoke out of nowhere. "She is someone who we killed. The poor girl was pregnant," David replied with a smug look on his face. "Did you really think I would work with monsters like you? I work for the cops. I came here just to get the name of the person who paid you all to kill my sister," Sasha screeched.

Alec is standing just outside behind him on a call. Satan bear and I stare at each other for a while before Alec steps back into the room. “ Oh your up, how are you feeling?” “Horrendous” I answer and demonic bear is still staring at me without speaking. His face devoid of emotion. After a very long and awkward silence, he goes to speak. “Why did you run?” His eyes focused on me and I could have sworn his eyes had been black before. They looked chocolate brown with a hint of green to them, an emotion flashing in them but is gone before it registered.

“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.

he ordered, practically throwing me toward the pack, but, judging by the look on his face, even he knew it was useless. “Here!” I let out a scream from the depths of my lungs the instant I saw the chimera move toward Noah’s. “I’m here!” Even though my blood was cold, I kept screaming until the creature turned toward me, its mouth foaming as it rushed to attack me, turning its back to Noah. Which meant she never saw the enormous black wolf coming, sinking its fangs into the rotting flesh. “On your left, Noah!” I yelled when I saw the thing raise its claws to strike Noah’s wolf form. He unfortunately wasn’t quick enough to avoid being hit completely, but at least the blow that could have sever

“And it smells… beautiful.” Kaerith’s teeth pressed together as her hands clenched into fists in her lap, forcing a trembling breath out. Even as Rhazien spoke, Kaerith felt something far worse watching from beyond the dark. She felt a pulse. A hunger. It wasn’t Rhazien. It was the other one—the one they called the Beast. His shadow stretched across the chamber as he stood, his armor creaking. “To the court,” he snapped. The Woundmaidens seized Kaerith’s chain and dragged her toward the door, through the twisting tunnels of Murnokh, past rusted gates and bone lanterns.

I paused when my fingers landed on the book I had been previously reading, the one the King had told me specifically to stay away from. Without much thought, I grabbed the book and turned to the chapter I had last stopped on, it was called soulmates to the beast. I read for what felt like hours about what the villagers thought about the beast and I found myself growing more and more afraid, the more and more I read. He had wiped out villages all around the castle in a rampage of anger, he killed thousands of people and left their bodies in the street and only stopped once the sun began to rise again and the sky became painted as red as the blood on his body.

I shudder, pushing those memories into the back of my mind and look back at Samirah. She's in her usual chair, reading a book. Today she's dressed in all white. The soft-looking long-sleeve shirt ends just before her midriff, paired with high-waisted split-hem palazzo pants. Her usual braids are gone, replaced by black hair with extra springy curls reaching just below her chest. Goddess, I wish she was ugly; why must the villain be so stunning? I glance at her book. Her Cold-Hearted Alpha by Moonlight Muse. Seriously? She's reading a werewolf romance?

Not realizing that she was actually hungry, she eats and finishes her meal quickly before she continued on with her plan. That was two hours ago, now she had finish dying her hair to the darkest brown color. It was a very streak difference from her previous light blonde color hair. Then she puts on the dark brown color contacts, she looked at the finish result and satisfied with the end result. Minutes later she was flipping the TV channel searching for the news, and there it was. The murder of a well known business man Benjamin Turner. His body was found yesterday, the news anchor stated that he was murdered. And his wife was presumed missing, and had become a person of interest since there