Black Beast Novel By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

she sat down on the stool behind the counter when Ayesha came running inside, shouting. "Sis! breakfast, am getting late." Ayesha said, quickly sat beside Arham. Ayat, who was about to take her first sip, looked at Ayesha from top to bottom. She was wearing a long heightened pink coloured dress with knee-length boots. Ayesha looked down at herself than at her.

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

Beastmen males always died in their beast form - she was starting to loose her ability to stay human. "Shuule, I'm so sorry, please, please try to put your ears away," He hissed. He didn't think she could hear him, but as the eagles started to descend on them, with a whimper, she complied. ---- Meanwhile in the City of Beasts, it was a crisp sunny day. It was still hot, but much cooler than it had been even just a few days ago. A young woman was laying out next to the waterhole, aimlessly scribbling on a piece of parchment with charcoal. Her auburn hair was braided and rolled into a bun on the top of her head, with white flowers woven in. Next to her, two leopards were stretched out, one ver

The shadow moon pack is home of the Brute wolves. And Brute wolves have Black furs. Black fur, like the demon. Black fur, like… Like my paws. Oh, moon goddess, I'm in deep trouble.

His chiseled features were borderline cruel, but his eyes…there was something familiar about his steely gray eyes. I was struck with a mix of emotions but fear surprisingly wasn't among them. I knew that I was going to die at the hands of The Beast, but yet I welcomed it. For reasons that I can't explain, my life suddenly felt meaningless. The Beast roared, “Offering accepted,” before his clawed finger slashed my bindings. The Beast was a huge winged creature with horns and piercing red eyes. He was the devil and we all knew the price if we crossed him. My life would spare humanity until he came to collect again. Before everything went black, all I remember was touching his face with my hand

"What are you trying to do?" "What can I do?" Clayton shrugged. "I'm just a lowly beastkin." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he lunged at Salem. Terrified, Salem instantly shifted into his beast form. The black wolfhound instinctively lunged at Clayton, its sharp teeth sinking viciously into his arm. Clayton was knocked into the coffee table, shattering it with a sharp crack as glass shards scattered across the floor. Salem was stunned. He wasn't expecting Clayton's move to be a feint.

She stood motionless, like a statue carved from melancholy, shrouded in an aura of heavy mystery. Salma was a woman in her mid-thirties, bearing a quiet beauty buried beneath weariness, as if time had stolen her youth too soon. Her wide, dark eyes were filled with relentless anxiety, the gaze of someone haunted by the dangers lurking around every corner. Her long, black hair fell loosely over her shoulders like a veil concealing unspoken secrets. Even her rare smile, when it appeared, only deepened the unease of those who saw her. In her presence, Malik and Dima felt a crushing weight on their chests—a cold sensation, as if they were standing before a spirit trapped between the living and th

Then, with a cold smile at the three cowering figures in the corner, I gathered my belongings and the ruined doll, took Felix's hand, and walked away. As we left, I still caught their voices comforting Celie, "It's fine. Once the floods come, that ungrateful wretch won't even have a place to hide. Either she drowns miserably, or she'll crawl back to beg us. As long as you stay close to Gideon, she won't be smug for long. Just wait and see!" They truly believed that the giant shark was salvation in the apocalypse. Absurd. No matter how humanlike a beastman's form, the wildness of their nature remained. In my past life, they only saw me waiting at home while Gideon brought back fish—never noti

Kaelen was directing four vanguard warriors as they hauled away the heavy iron beams that had collapsed near the back exit, their boots crunching loudly over millions of tiny glass shards. But my sensory amplifiers weren't tuned to the sound of clearing rubble. My inner beast was pacing back and forth beneath my skin, clawing at my ribs with a violent, restless aggression that made my jaw ache. The scent was still here. Silas had died against the central iron pillar, his dark, sour blood soaked deep into the dirt floorboards and frozen into the moss. Every time the mountain wind whistled through the broken iron frames of the roof, the foul odor of the dead mercer drifted toward me, and my be

Mumbai, 1964 Deep down inside, she was bleeding; her heart was swollen as if she had been pierced by a rod that could reach any part of her body with one bite. Blackwheel stared at her, feeling disgusted about what he had done. It was one of the many times he had raped a woman without feeling any form of remorse for his victim just fear. This very day, he stared at the woman deeply and she stared back at him like a wounded lion. He knew her father was from Pakistan because she had mentioned it once while begging him to pull away from her. All he could do was look at her, feel sorry for her and think about her name. Her name was very familiar to him because it sounded like rushing water hitti