Black Beast Of Argh Novels & Stories

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

I couldn't help but tilt my head back and open my mouth as his hands moved down my back, down to my backside, and gripped it tightly to lift me up. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead against his. I knew I was at a dead end. There was nothing I could do if I pulled back and fought. My thighs trembled as I felt his demanding manhood at my entrance. My body was ready and wet inside, but my spirit wasn't. I was still confused, still searching for answers, trying to find the truth. But how do you stop an Argo? I shook my head. I even mocked myself, almost laughing.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

I cry as I force my body to crawl forward. His skin is as pale as theirs, so I know they sucked him dry, but I still have to check. If there is any way he is still alive, I have to try...I get inches from him, but just as my fingers reach for him, I am yanked up into a set of thick furry arms. "Stupid humans," a deep, gravely voice growls, and before I can even respond, the beast takes off. His long paws pummel the ground, and the forest zips past me. Motion sickness mixed with my grief turns my stomach, and I vomit instantly. He snarls as my puke hits his pelt, but he doesn't slow down.

You’re learning what you’re capable of. “Get out of my head!” I snarled, struggling as the restraints tightened. The shadow wolves advanced, circling, feeding on the spill of power leaking from me. My wolf fought, teeth bared, but the chains burned hotter the more I resisted. Then— A roar split the air. Ares hit the street like a falling god, Crimson Fang power detonating outward in a shockwave that shredded two shadow wolves instantly. His eyes were blazing molten gold, fury incarnate.

“But, for the glory of God, I beg you: do what Noah asked and let me get you and your brother to safety…” The sound of screams of pure despair interrupted him and, at the same instant, the three of us turned to see a group of women, children, and elderly people running in despair, while the moonlight reflected off the armor of a single gigantic wolf. “Fuck!” Atticus grunted through clenched teeth, his whole body tensing as he watched our warriors, most of them young, charge toward the intruder.

I am too caught up in the moan he lets out or the gasps of pain when his arm snaps in two. After a minute or two, I no longer hear the terrifying sounds of his body breaking. When I open my eyes, I come face to face with a large black beast. He looks almost wolf-like, but different. Much larger, but if you look closely, there is a little bit of a humanistic look to the beast's features. The eyes though, large and bright blue are so eerily familiar to me.

The beats had already awoken and I was afraid we all might have to pay for their transgressions. A loud whistle came from behind them. I tore my eyes away just in time to see a drenched Nerezza standing in the archway. She was clothed in a long black robe. Hair dripping down it. Gone were the red puffy cheeks and the hollowed-out eyes. In their place was anger. "I am back for a full five minutes and everyone is already acting like blood fucking fools!" She screeched. The two men didn't stop. They continued beating each other until a drop of blood fell on the white floor. This seemed to spark her anger even more. "Everybody in the fucking living room. NOW!"

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

Ashley muttered beneath her breath. "Here" Annabelle waved the paper she took out of her backpack in the air. "There are so many interesting things about the war beast. For example, the war beast existed long ago. About 8-9 centuries ago and according to what I read, it came back four centuries ago and it is written that it will come back four centuries after that" Annabelle explained. "That's just a myth. No one believes that" Said Monica nonchalantly. "Of course, who will believe such a ridiculous story? But still, this is an opportunity for us to get the best score in class. We have to find out all we can, give the best presentation and the the best write up too" Said Annabelle.