Half Beast Novels & Stories

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The bodies, some of which were forty eight hours old, were piled like offerings before a pagan alter. There were at least fifty of them. Blood had seeped down onto the floor. Coaster's best friend, Jane Hopskins, lay on her back. Insects crawled in and out of her mouth. A servo whined. The tech looked up, and there was Davide. The quad looked like what he was - a monster. Some poor slob had spent hours on the huge, glaring eyes, the wide, grinning mouth, and the rows of razor-sharp teeth.

My vulnerable mate could be stripped away from me today. I blow out my mouth hard to try and ease the pain in my chest but it doesn't budge. I am taking 38 Lycans and one human to fight thousands of half-starved thirsty ones. "Your plan is a good one... Humans are very clever in general though," Angus says and pulling my attention in her direction again. Taylor looks at the unfamiliar face curiously. Alessia who is next to Taylor looks at him too. "What makes you say that," Taylor asks and Angus shrugs.

Even if only half, I am a predator. Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were inside all night, I could see myself drinking too much. That more than instant healing might be what saves me. The keys fumble, mimicking arthritis. I drop them again and again. Finally, I grasp them hard. It takes forever to get the door open.

"You two are polar opposites, I'm telling you. You're the Mercury and she's the Neptune of the solar system. You two are light years apart." "Hey! You don't think I'm cute then?" I asked him, pushing my cheeks up with both of my hands, tilting my head to the side and pouting at him. "Stop it. I'm getting nausea here." Regaining my usual self, I rolled my eyes. "Of course, you're getting nauseous. Some galleons of beer you swallowed is gonna come out sooner or later. It'll only be a miracle if you don't end up spraying that half-digested coal of beer over your napkin."

IN THE SYNTAX QUARTER, “ Did you see what I see?” Victoria asked Luna and Jacob who was with her in the living room watching an action movie. “ What?” Luna and Jacob asked. “ It felts like Devon is glowing, I even noticed the little smile on his face.” Victoria gossiped. “ And why is that?” Luna asked in a frown. “ It felts like he is happy.” Victoria said and grinned widely. “ What’s wrong with that, everyone can be happy.” Luna said.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

The connection between the subject’s magic and soul seems to deepen with further care. Day 2 The subject appears to have a stronger connection to their magic half than to their wolf half. It seems one cannot possess both—attempting to force both has disastrous consequences. We’ve heard rumors of a rare being—half human, half wolf. We are focusing our efforts on finding this anomaly.

My eyebrows furrow at him, my eyes narrowing on him as a chuckle emits from the back of his throat. He tsks and admits, “It’s not everyday that we come across beings like yourself.” "Beings like myself?” I muse. “Half-bloods,” he adds. “It’s quite fascinating.” His long and hard stare hovers over me like he’s superior to me, his eyes searching me carefully before he says, “You almost have the features of a Diallo, your skin almost matches the shade of a Santos, your color of your eyes match my own, yet only part of my blood runs in your.”

When I managed to lift my head, my breath caught. His horns were emerging. They pushed slowly from near his temples, curving upward and outward, dark and ridged and unmistakably inhuman. His face remained mostly human, but his eyes had changed—darker, more animal—and his shoulders had broadened, the fabric of his shirt straining against new muscle. He was partially shifted, caught between man and beast, and the sight should have terrified me. Fenric chuckled behind me, the sound vibrating through my back where I still leaned against him. His arms tightened around my waist, holding me in place.