Black Beast Novel By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

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.

"You have to watch out for the demons. They'll be after you now that your identity has been revealed and they'll try to kill more humans than before to bring back the war beast as soon as possible..." She could tell accroding to what Priestess Luciana told them that they were connected to the war beast. She knew for sure that somehow, the the demons the presitess mentioned and the war beast were connected too, but how? She couldn't tell. 'What does she mean by they'll kill more humans to bring the way beast back? ' she thought. Suddenly, she turned of the shower. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she headed to where Annabelle was seated. Curiosity and desperation filled her eyes.

My eyes widened in sheer horror. "HOLY SHIT!" I gasped, stumbling back as my heart hammered in my chest. Because what I saw inside that cell... Should not exist, and then i saw it. A fucking werewolf… no. A fucking beast. A fucking monster. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. I had seen supernatural creatures before—I had killed them before. But this… this was something else. It wasn’t just a werewolf. It wasn’t just a predator. It was a nightmare. Thick silver chains bound the beast’s massive limbs, wrapped tightly around its wrists, ankles, and neck, glowing faintly under the dim light. Silver burns were carved into its flesh, the sce

After a while I welcomed him and his friends with a huge bouquets of flowers  but to my surprise Mr Blackwell react in such a way that nothing happened . During my whole speech I can see his piercing gaze on me . Finally the function got over and I hurried towards the exit like the whole world was on fire . Jasper saved me today , Jasper insisted to drop me as uncle Theo was busy . After reaching home , I told Zainab about what happened today but don't know I did not like the way Mr Blackwell was looking towards me , I got to know he owns almost most of the restaurant here and is a very successful businessman but there were also some rumors that he is involved in illegal work and all. As lo

Beasty emerges in Isabella's presence for the first time ever, unlike the one she had witness in her dream, Beasty was very ugly and unbelievably huge. His fangs long and Sharp while his mouth was too wide for his face. Isabella could only gasped and cringe in great shock at the Beast she had been living with for the past few months. Sidney's Beast was not at all different from Hayden's but unlike Beasty which is black , his was white. The eyes glaring and challengingly that Isabella heart continue beating non stop.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

I flicked through the pages until I reached the centerfold, witnessing before and after pictures, and a huge mugshot of me in my graduation gown. “The animal biologist who traveled to study a rare species of wolf, has taken four werewolf brothers as her lovers,” claimed Peter Munroe. The university professor hasn’t been seen in several months and is presumed dead by his colleagues. He always knew there would be a risk of exposing the secret state of Whitehaven, and he explained as much in his tapes. “If you’re listening to this recording, that means I’m dead. The contents of my journal contain everything you need to learn about Whitehaven, the secret state that our government agreed to keep

Alexandra couldn't and wouldn't talk even though a piece of her heart was dying each time one of her men was killed before her eyes. However, it was getting harder and harder not to break, not to give in. Her body and mind were always in flames, being broken and bent out of shape over and over again. She had never known pain like this; she had never known hatred like this. She was losing herself in the darkness, in the pain. There was nothing left but blood, pain, tears and an agony that knew no bounds. Base had become a land of pain for anyone different, anyone out of place. There was no light here any longer; what little compassion Idris had once held towards Black Wolf Clan was dead and b

“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.

There was no other door, no servants’ passage, no convenient escape. He was trapped. “Would you like to know what I’d do once I got inside?” River pressed both hands over his mouth. “I would start with your fingers,” the creature continued, its voice almost conversational. “One by one. I wonder if you’d scream before I reached the last.” A loud thud shook the door. “Then I’d eat you.” River’s stomach lurched. “All of you,” it added with a pleased rumble. “And I’d enjoy every bite.”