Four Beast Novels & Stories

Instead, he was so full of himself and his face had all manifestations of the bitterness written all over it. “I don’t have any plans to spare you. You’re just gonna breakdown over here now. I have no intention to free you and no intention to hear your wishes. Just rot here,” he said as he tightened the ropes around my body with the pillar. I was already tired of begging with him. From this moment on I realized that he wasn’t human. He was a beast in the name of a human. He was just an animal who was disguised as a human. “You’re animal. You’re such a beast,” I screamed before he tucked a cloth into my mouth.

------------ Thirteenth page of DEOS- Zuotia-Kingdom of beasts Lord of the beast, is He, Ali Fiy-arde, by his words, jungle will tremble, mountains are moved. He rules over hundreds of behemoths; venomous drakes dance when he is in his joyous, even the most savage in gryphon race whimpers in fear at the presence of Aliy Fiy-arde- The ultimate creature.

Both let out a sigh of relief after they got the tag around the beast's tail which they had used their entire energy to hold the beast down while Heiytu snatched the tag. The beast was the size of a dog but it was fast and had six limbs with two hindlegs enabling it to walk. It was cute in Leqaria's eyes with its head that looked like a mouse and long ears. It wasn’t vicious in nature but easily frightened. And when it was frightened it would run or jump at a speed that was hard for them to capture.

Running non-stop for nearly three days overwhelmed the two of them. As previously promised, Reeve and Ray got back on their feet after resting for an hour. With their super sense of smell, they try to follow the prestige trail left behind by the group. The strong prestige that his three fathers deliberately left behind easily led Reeve and Ray to approach them. Gavriel is the most meek at heart among them all. He slowed down, waiting for the arrival of the two young jaguars to the knowledge of Halvir and Aefar. This is the Human Beast World. There are many dangerous beasts for children like them. If they only hunted around the village, they wouldn't worry about it, as the strong aura of the

I turned my head fearfully to the inhuman sound. My eyes widened as I saw the creature landing on all fours. It was a huge black wolf, baring his canines and hissing menacingly at us. His claws dug deeply into the soil and his eyes were dark hooded. His body tensed up and leant forward, ready to launching an attack. He growled in frenzy as Mr. Lang grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him protectively.

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell. I barely had time to breathe before someone’s shadow stretched over me. Three girls. The famous ones. The pretty ones. The ones who looked like they were carved out of I*******m filters and glitter. Jessica. Mara. Ally. Queen Bees of the “you don’t belong here” club. Jessica crossed her arms, looking me up and down like I was a stain on the ice. “Why was Henry hugging you?” My mouth dried. Here we go. “He wasn’t hugging me,” I lied, gripping the clipboard tighter. “He was just—”

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.