Curious Beasts Red Blend Novels & Stories

"That depends on you. What kind of food do you like? We have all types of restaurants in the city, or, if you prefer, I can grill steaks and baked potatoes....." Sam jumped in on that. "You got yourself a deal. I haven't had a grilled steak in a long time. Can you do a medium rare steak, or even a medium?" Drake silently chuckled at her girlish enthusiasm. "I can, because that's how I eat mine. I tell you what, you can bring a bottle of some really good red wine and I'll supply everything else. Is tonight too soon?" "No. Its just noon now. Any particular brand you like? Oh, should I bring dessert?" He loved how she was so excited. That boded well for their date.

Her strange eyes were seeing more…As if the dog knew exactly what had happened here tonight. Naked, her body swaying, sweat hot and glistening across her skin, hair sticking to her face and back. Blood smeared across her breasts and stomach. The Beast, silent in my head, content, as he observed the image of her pitching and weaving, a frenzied spirit poised to cavort around the crackling fire, graceful as a dancer and tumultuous as a wild thing born of something old and fierce. If there were nymphs, she was their queen tonight. There was nothing to do but watch, to let the power run its course. Disturbing it would be problematic, I could sense. My eyes raised, falling on the red-tinged celes

“Lunaris stands as a city where every wolf coexists under the same laws. But never forget that the law is only as strong as those who defend it.” The crowd erupted in applause. I couldn’t look away. Even as fear twisted through me, something else, like a magnetic pull, held me still. When the orientation ended, I exhaled a sigh of relief, slipping through the crowd before anyone could notice me. I made it outside, out into the cool night air, where the city had come alive for a festival I hadn’t known about. “Blood Moon Night,” a vendor explained as I passed. “It’s tradition. Every pack celebrates when the moon turns red as it marks renewal, power, and even destiny.”

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.

He swiped at the windshield, snarling like a rabid dog. I didn't hesitate to open my door, already in mid shift while I did. As an Alpha, I had a third half-wolf, half human form that closely matched that of the beast before me. Unlike him, my form was a true blend of human and wolf, produced only by dominant purebloods. His looked like a human wearing a wolf head with odd, mishapen paws to match. A monstrosity through and through. It turned it's red rimmed eyes to me and I noted how un-wolflike they were. Two enormous fangs jutted out the sides of it's face.

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.