Cambrian Beckett Novels & Stories

"Millions? You don't look like you're worth the price." Clayton stood, eyeing Salem with interest. "Do you know where to bite down on your throat to make someone quiet?" Clayton took a step forward. "Or how to make a beastkin vanish without a trace? Only a lowly beastkin like me would know, right?" Salem sensed the warning bells. He took a nervous step back, his tail flicking anxiously. "What are you trying to do?"

Watching Beckett teach his class and how he moved from one form to the next was like watching the waves crash into each other, absolutely mesmerizing. I was a little worried about coming out with Beckett this morning. I knew he saw all demons as monsters, and I wasn't sure what it would do to our relationship, but it doesn't seem to bother him, and if it does, he hasn't commented on it yet. I know we will have to talk about his views on demons, but right now, I want to enjoy the calming sounds of the waves crashing into each other. "I told you, you would enjoy it," Beckett remarks as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

“I hated him too. Tried to run away from it, just like you. But it always came back to me, our fate, Ava. Jaskier is one of them and so am I. We’re born to hunt down entities that devour men.” Her eyes locked with mine, as she said those words slowly. “And the beast is one of them!” Jaskier yelled immediately, drawing his sword. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you, Jaskier.” Caspian snarled, stepping right in front of me to protect me. I swallowed nervously, peeking from his body which was in front of me. “I’m not who you thought I was, my King. I’m a hunter, a Scavenger, whose mission is to kill beasts like you.” Jaskier snarled, approaching Caspian.

His question hung in the air. I chewed on my lower lip, debating how much I should reveal to this virtual stranger. Despite our online banter, sitting here in person with Tomas felt dangerously intimate. An unsettling sense of vulnerability washed over me in crushing waves. I was in over my head, I just knew it. But I forced a sardonic smile onto my face anyway. "I guess it's the same reason people watch scary movies or jump out of planes. It's the thrill, that edge of danger, the morbid fascination with the dark and macabre." A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So, should we craft a story about you? A girl, not an heiress but a regular girl in a café, kidnapped by a guy who lov

Red ink scrawled across printouts of Greek translations. Cerberus: Guardian of the Underworld. Chimera: Fire-breathing horror. Eternal opposites. Gatekeeper and Destroyer. Her eyes burned from staring too long at the same paragraphs. But every time she blinked, she saw the mall. She saw Cerebus sedated, collapsing, dragged away like trash. She saw the newspapers calling him a monster. She clenched her jaw, whispering into the stale air: “You don’t even know him. None of you.”

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

he sighed, "You know what? Keep it up, I've been trying my best to stay away from you and you're starting to make it easier." It's been a few hours and he still hadn't come out of the basement, I want to go check on him but I'm pretty sure he won't open the door for me. Just then, my phone notification went off. I picked it up and turned it on, it was a message from a number that I didn't know. unknown: wanna hang out? Me: who's this? unknown: Celeste. How did she get my number? Honestly I'm not even that surprised. I immediately saved her number.

It was Beckett… The man she hadn't seen for a long time. "I thought you're working overseas. It's surprising to see you here," Beckett said before approaching her. He released the DSLR since the strap was around his neck. "How are you?" "I'm fine. And you?" Vivianne asked as his gaze drifted to the DSLR. "So the rumors were true, huh? You're a photographer now?" "Yeah… I didn't realize I like taking pictures so much," Beckett replied with a smile. "But I just came from Agrianthropos City, too, since I need to take care of some business."

Came the monster's dreadful tone. Showers of gunshots fill the entire room. My father goes mute as the bullets mercilessly amputate his flesh. Blood is dribbling like a savage river from uncountable parts of his body. As they acquit his dismantled blood-drenched body to the floor after the monster is contented, my body follow him to the ground too. I can't stand it. I can't see anymore. I can't think again. I can't feel anything. I don't even know if I am breathing! ~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~

Wounds have healed, although there are scars left, but they do not stand for parting ways, it stands for getting through something horrible in the past and leaving it in the past. Ezekiel and Emerald are now turning fourteen years old and I feel much older when I think about how small they once were. Both of them have a passion for singing and playing instruments which they mostly got from their father, their fondness and passion for music were something I predicted to happen. Ezekiel is a spitting image of Milo from the green eyes to the brown curls, the smile and everything else about Milo, while Emerald very much resembles me a lot but she still has Milo’s green eyes and brown tousled loc