Carver O Beast Novels & Stories

Gunnar's beast was the one that stole my breath. I recognized him instantly. The same massive, obsidian-furred creature from the Lunar Hollow cave. The one that had saved my sorry ass in that cave. Those same glowing eyes. That same powerful build. My cave beast. Oh my God it was him. "My cave monster..." I breathed, reaching up to touch the fur on his chest. "So, It was you all along." A deep, approving rumble vibrated from his chest - not words, just pure beast sound that made my clit throb.

Israel asked and pulled away from them. "Because the beast is vulnerable during the night and kills during the day". Dave said and Israel smirked. "So, this is your plan to defeat me". This time, Israel looked at them and laughed viciously. "Israel, are you still there". Carson asked. "Israel is gone, I am Devoe". The beast spoke through Israel.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

The land split from the sheer force of it. Aiden rallied the warriors. The tides of battle turned. Scene 6: The Forgotten Beast But Varyn was not done. He drove his obsidian pendant into the earth. The sky above them shattered like glass. From beyond the veil descended a colossal beast—formless, smokey, its howls distorting the air. “The First Failure,” Elder Ruel whispered. “An Echo that predated the First Wolf.” Varyn collapsed, blood at his lips. “I thought… I could tame it.”

The disease had eaten her through and through and left it dark. Whatever life still harboured within this corpse creeped and crawled and dove into holes in flesh as they scrambled away to escape the light. A feeling like loss echoed in his chest as he nudged aside bits of pieces of guts while searching for parts that had been untouched. There were none. “Goddamn you woman.” If she was angered by the degradation of her body, this must be her revenge. Crouching low he reached for her femur only for the bone to shatter within the clutch of his grasp and form a chalky paste as he rubbed the contents between his fingers.

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

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.

“It was a slaughter, Alpha. Complete. No survivors. Not like the others. This was… deliberate. Cruel.” Damien felt a cold knot tighten in his gut. The previous attacks had been brutal, yes, but swift, almost clinical. This sounded different. “Who?” “We don’t know who exactly led it,” Kieran said, running a hand over his face. “But there was someone… new. Powerful. And they left another mark, Alpha. But it wasn’t just the Hollow Order sigil.” Damien waited, his patience wearing thin. “Get to it, Kieran.” “They carved it into the pack house’s main support beam,” Kieran swallowed hard. “Below the Hollow Order sigil. Another mark. Three interlocking claws, Alpha. And… a name scratched beneath it

I came last, walking backwards, my gun tracking for targets. An operative appeared in the shattered window frame. I put two rounds in his chest before he could fire. Another came through the door. I dropped him with a headshot. We reached the bookshelf. Dante was already pulling books in the correct sequence, triggering the hidden mechanism. The shelf swung inward, revealing a dark staircase descending into the earth. "Go!" I pushed Aria through first. Dante followed. Isabella was reloading, still laying down cover fire. "Isabella, let's go!" I grabbed her arm.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.