Curious Beasts Red Blend Novels & Stories

" After calming Zayla down, Zach and Eugene headed to the zoo. I followed quietly behind them, desperate to see their reactions when they saw what was left of my body. Before they even reached the bear enclosure, the sharp mix of a floral scent and the metallic smell of blood hit them. Zach's irritation flared as the surveillance video Peter had sent him flashed in his mind. "Wasn't she at the bar with someone? What's going on here? Did someone fall into the bear enclosure?" Peter opened his mouth to explain, but Zach's gaze fixed on a ring on a bone—my ring—the one he had given me, engraved with our names.

he mutters, liquor-laced breath curling into the cold night air. I shoot him a glare, but say nothing. “Well, that thing... whatever it was,” Caleb chimes in, his voice tense, “wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen. Still, we’re talking about setting loose a beast. So the real question is—which one’s stronger?” The fire pops, sending a small ember dancing in the air. No one answers. Not immediately. Then Martin leans forward, his tone quieter, serious. “There’s a legend I’ve been looking into. Something buried in the archives of the old Crimson Pack.” His eyes meet ours one by one. “They call it the Blue-Eyed Beast. The thing they’re planning to release.”

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Half an hour later, I found myself outside the café, drawn by some dark magnetism to the mysterious stranger despite my nerves jingling like a keychain in a fidgety hand. Feeling overdressed, I wished I'd just stuck to my usual leggings or jeans. We'd agreed on a signal - he'd wear a black rose, and I'd be decked out in red, the real motivation for buying this scarlet dress. Drawing in a trembling breath, I pushed the door open. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped me. Quickly, I scanned the place, spotting a guy at the back in a black tee. I squinted. Was that a rose? I couldn't tell from here, so I pushed farther into the café.

My sisters can’t wait any longer, they’re more excited than me. Now is the start of bloodbath. I grinned when I saw the beast who had the diamond. The beast is a powerful hybrid; it has the head of a lion with sword-like teeth and sharp horns of a deer, with fiery red eyes, a body of a dragon with thick scales like a turtle shell, feet of a hawk with huge and sharp claws, a tail of a serpent with sharp edges like steel, and huge wings. A brown diamond is shining on its forehead. I haven’t seen this beast before, nor I read about them. It’s creepy as hell. To know the origin of the beasts, I have to touch it.

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

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,

"You know he is. My brother, Andy, had you a couple of years ago and told me some stories. Did you really make that kid urinate in class?" "Yes, I did," Kat answered, her tone serious. She hadn't thought it was funny at the time. "That was the second class I taught...it's not funny," Evan only laughed harder. "Oh, I'm sure of that, especially for the poor guy. Ah, I wish I had been there—I'd love to see The Beast in action," He stopped abruptly when the waiter made his reappearance with their plates. For Evan, a pan-seared rack of lamb encrusted with mint pesto and served with garlic green beans and new potatoes. Kat had ordered the lasagna verde with bechamel sauce and garnished with fried

His beast was restless within him, creating a sense of unease as he struggled to control it. The King's eyes began to shift from grey green to a bloody red and finally the elders noticed the terrifying change. "Your majesty!" the elders exclaimed in alarm. As his canines began to elongate past that of even a vampire. The king took a deep calming breath that only seemed to agitate him more as he realized his mate was not near him. All he wanted was a large lungful of her scent to put him to ease.

Naro said, his voice trembling. Kael sat heavily in the chair, staring at the wound on his arm. His blood oozed black. Pure black—an abomination. But he was an alpha beast anyway. Slowly, the old man strode toward him, though carefully. When he saw Kael was back to normal again, he added, “The curse is awakening, and it’s getting stronger every single day. This is the only way, Alpha.” Kael shot up from the chair at once, ignoring his bleeding arm. He glared at Naro. “I’m not mating anyone, and that’s final. I’ll discard her when I’m done with her. I don’t need a mate to get rid of this damn curse.”