Black Beast Of Argh Novels & Stories

While looking at her and replied in his monotone voice, "I'm worse than the BEAST. ~Ariv Arjun Kashyap (Fai) is 20 years old, the youngest Quadruplet of Arjun and Pashika Kashyap, and is a complete Bad Boy with a Rough and Tough Personality. He loves his family and his baby sister is his heart. A straightforward BEAST who always says to the point whether you like it or not? But something went wrong in his life when someone dared to hurt his baby sister and now BEAST is raging in fire to take his Revenge. ~ChitraGandha Aggarwal twenty-two-year-old Beauty is trapped in the world of darkness and searching for the light. What will happen when they clash or unknowingly BEAUTY herself gets trapped

This time, the cage was left wide open, and the beast could charge out anytime, which would undoubtedly be a challenge for Wilbur. The beast was incomparably larger than Wilbur, and he was at a huge risk here. Thus, Wilbur channeled a set of armor made of black miasma to protect himself. Wilbur clenched his right fist, smoking with black miasma. He would at least have a bit of leeway to fight back if the beast were to move at all. Wilbur got down on one knee a few dozen meters away from the ocean beast, before striking the bottom of the ocean with a punch.

He made it a point to note that he needed to make her pay but for now, he had more pressing needs. No one knows what he was doing so they had no fucking right to blame him for anything. He needed to let his beast out. It needed fresh blood. The blood of the hag would have served as the best meal to his beast but he couldn't. Not that he cared about her four hundred lives but he had to keep the promise he made.

It stared up, hundreds of eyes burning with a primal rage, its massive claws scraping against the stone. It was an arachne. Its colossal black form was even more intimidating now that I could see it clearly. I gripped the ledge, my palms struggling to hold on with the lack of blood. I waited, needing to know if I had outrun the beast or if this was yet another games for it to chase after me.

He is just walking while holding and leading the bicycle. I run towards him to ask if something is wrong. “Hi , do you need any help?” I ask when I stop in front of him. He also stop walking and looked at me. His eyes are ash gray I felt something unexplainable when he looked me in the eyes. His facial features is like a character straight out of action movies. He is just wearing a white shirt and a cargo shorts but his overall looks is screaming charisma. He looks different than the guys where I came from.

There's no need to be so harsh on her. Mother had not expected me to respond this way. Her expression darkened, but she had no choice but to watch as I made my arrangements. I waved my hand, and the mourning troupe immediately began their cacophonous performance with drums. I watched with great interest from the side. This mourning troupe consisted of beastmen I had hired. They were energetic and could cry and wail for an entire day without stopping. Moreover, they did not fear human royal authority and only cared about the money I paid them.

But I was off-balance, off rhythm, and drunk. One of them hit me. Not hard enough to knock me out, but enough to send me to my knees. “Get her in the van,” one of them muttered. I screamed, but the music inside drowned me out. My wolf howled in rage, but I couldn’t shift, couldn’t focus. Everything spun. My limbs were heavy. I fought until my vision blurred, claws tearing through my fingertips, but not fast enough. They dragged me in. The doors slammed shut. And then everything went black.

Dead because Viktor Russo wanted to eliminate everyone who knew too much about his dealings. "Fall back to defensive positions," I ordered. "Protect the east wing. We're going underground." "Copy that. But Boss, they're going to breach the main entrance any minute now." "Then make them regret it." I switched channels. "All units, this is Moretti. Code Black. Full engagement authorized. No prisoners." Code Black meant total war. Every weapon, every defensive measure, everything we had. The mansion would become a killbox. Another volley of bullets shredded what was left of the windows. One round hit inches from Aria's head, and I felt her flinch beneath me.

Just like Argo, I was also getting snappy. "You call me dimwit! That's you! I could feel it moron, you like her. Remember, I'm inside your mind and your body. I could see anything you couldn't. And didn't she see you already bare before? Why the sudden adjustment of your beast behavior? Do you feel dejected, she doesn't seem to see you 'HOT'?" I gasped at my wolf's ridiculous statement. Instead of bickering with Argo, my hand twisted the doorknob and strode downstairs. My strides were more like jumping for Argo was already at its bound to change. Till...at the dining room's door frame!

As I continued to ponder this, a loud roar ripped through the air, indicating that the fight was beginning. Silence fell all around. Screeching metal from gates opening was all that could be heard. Leaning forward, I waited while a large black bear made its way into the ring. Most would run in fear the minute they saw it, but Arissa remained in place, looking almost bored. "What will you do?" I murmured, growing increasingly interested in the woman who was once a disgrace. Arissa's body tensed and an aura of bloodlust began to surround her. Lifting her hands, she braced herself as the bear surged forward, mouth open.