Carver O Beast Novels & Stories

And it also explicated how she knew the name of his wolf. “Zian,” she had said back at the parking lot, causing his wolf to howl inside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he decided to deal with the rest of the mystery after going back to the hotel room. It was the last day of their stay. Now that the healer was discovered, there was no point in staying here any longer and wasting time. The sooner they got back to their pack-house, the better they could prepare for the upcoming war. His people needed this boost of confidence and enthusiasm that only a healer could provide. As for that reincarnation thing—he would demand an audience with the elders and play it by the ear.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

The beast leapt. Time fractured. I saw every detail in horrifying clarity: yellowed fangs, glowing red eyes, muscles rippling under scarred, chemically-enhanced hide. The corporate hound was bigger than any natural Echo, twisted by their experiments into something monstrous. Kael was frozen mid-step, eyes black with the failsafe, his body betraying him at the worst possible second.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I could’ve made it worse, but I’m not feeling particularly cruel today. I slide the gun back into my jacket, welcoming it back against my ribs like an old friend. My eyes trail lazily to the body on the floor. Elio’s eyes are wide open, lips parted like he still thinks he can talk his way out of this. He can’t. Not anymore. Marco crouches down beside him, clicking his tongue. “Carpet cost too much,” he mutters, poking at the blood pooling under Elio’s head. “Stupid prick couldn’t even bleed somewhere convenient.” Milo joins him, and together they carry the body outside.

Now, half the roof was gone, and the shattered windows let the wind scream through like a dirge. The Beast liked this place. Its claws scraped his ribs as if laughing at the irony—that a creature bound by oath now walked the ruins of vows. Maxim dropped to his knees in the dust. “Come out,” he whispered. His voice echoed in the hollow chamber. “If you want the throne, take it. If you want the war, claim it.” The shadows shifted. From the edges of the broken glass, from the cracks in the floor, from the breath in his lungs, it came. The Beast peeled itself out of him—vast, towering, a creature of fur and fang and molten gold eyes.

The bond pulsed weakly, a thread of warmth against the cold, and for a heartbeat, I felt him again — my Carson, buried under the beast. But then the darkness surged, and he roared, claws pressing deeper into my skin. Alia’s voice wrapped around me like poison. “You can scream his name all you want. The beast does not love. The beast only devours.” I pushed against him, silver light sparking from my hands, pressing into his chest. “Then I will burn the beast until only Carson remains.” Our powers clashed, black against silver, the chamber shaking, the ground cracking beneath us. My body burned, my strength fading, but I refused to let go.

I yell. What the fuck are their great beast doing here? Phantom is standing over them. Fucking hell, he is giant. Everyone stops as the other animals appear. They are more than ready for a fight. I looked over to see Carver. The look of shock on his face clearly tells me that he has no idea who these animals are or who they belong to. A few of them are still trying to get the kids. “If these animals are here then...” Lester says.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.