Four Tailed Beast Novels & Stories

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

'' I asked to be sure, and he nodded his head. At this moment, I wished I were a werewolf. It would have been easier to communicate with him. Despite knowing it was Alpha Darin, I was so scared of the scary animal before me. As it stands before me, its intense gaze locks onto me, and I can feel the weight of its presence. Its piercing eyes are a deep, soulful green, betraying a deep intelligence and cunning. The wolf's ears are perked up, alert, and ready for any sign of danger or prey, while its bushy tail swishes back and forth in anticipation.

CHAPTER-4 “FELIX POV” As the men in black got closer and closer, I prepared myself to fight. I was shocked when one of the men in black held my hand I immediately kicked it in his manhood and it almost screamed while holding it there! deserve! “Don't come near me if you don't want to be like the man with you "I threatened them but they didn't seem to be moved by what I said! They still continue approaching me until I punched a man in the face when he held me on my shoulder!

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

The decision had already been made. Alpha Caius was a ruthless, unforgiving man that was feared across the south and beyond. His name alone was enough to turn the blood of warriors to ice. He was more than a leader, he was a force of destruction, a walking death sentence. His pack, the Blood Howl Crest, was forged in the fires of war and its members were born to fight and trained to kill. Alpha Caius was a wolf written in blood. Towering. Scarred. Merciless. He led every war himself, cutting through enemies like a blade through flesh.

The horse was going a bit fast and she didn’t know how to get it to slow down. The horse was taking her past the Triple K Garage and a loud pop came from the building. Then the animal reared back and stood on its hind legs. Brea screamed in terror as she hung on for dear life. The scream seemed to scare the horse further as it pawed the ground and then took off into a full run, across the field and toward the open prairie.

“I am starting all over now, so you better count!” Oh goddess, I could feel my skin trying to heal against the threads of the whips, but couldn't as the silver was burning away my flesh. With trembling lips, I forced the words past the agony that threatened to consume me. "One," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper against the cacophony of pain. "Two," I choked out, each syllable a battle won against the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole. "Three," I screamed, the numbers a mantra of suffering that echoed through the depths of my shattered mind.

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***