Half Beast นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Beast I pack a small bag, taking only necessary things for both me and Hunter, who keeps watching me like a hawk. He’s playing with his toy robot, jumping on the bed, clearly excited at the prospect of seeing his father. I’ve told him about Leo, explained everything to him, including why he can’t see him yet and why it’s so important to stay away from werewolves and the pack for a while. He can’t control his strength yet, so he could hurt someone if he’s not careful, since we’re stronger than them. Despite him being almost 5, he is half-werewolf, half-Undead, so he’s way stronger than most people. I don’t even remember how many times he’s unintentionally hurt someone while hugging or playing

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.

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.

A masculine voice shoots through the dark. The floor begins to be whole again underneath me. It’s whole but yet it’s not completely solid. The world is spinning, yet it’s still. I can’t tell up from down or high from low. All I know is something has happened that means I will never be the same person.

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.

He will be the one suffering the fall, not them. “Then, on the other hand, you have us. We are no better. Yes, we are not actively looking for a fight, but I get why humans are weary of us. In most cases, supernaturals and shifters are half human, half beast. We heal and run differently, and our strength resides in our beasts.” I sighed. “And in the end, we are those beasts.” “Have you seen Dominic shift into his demon? It is scary even for me, even though I know for sure he will never harm me.” I sighed, and Roger chuckled.

"Who am I? Who am I... Who am I?" "Who can tell me... who am I? Am I Immortal Falling Star?" "I, I should be the Immortal Fallen Star. Tell me, I should be the Immortal Falling Star..." The reaction of the half-human, half-demon was very strange. At first, it was confused and did not know if it was the Immortal Falling Star. Soon, it became excited again. "Immortal Falling Star? I'm Immortal Falling Star... I'm the fucking Immortal Falling Stars!"

"Let him believe it. If the King thinks he’s in control, he won’t look closer at the archives." "The bond is anchoring Eilis's mind faster than we anticipated," the first replied. He adjusted his heavy cloak, the movement revealing a glimpse of a jagged, old-world sigil pinned to his vest. "The 'Beast' is becoming functional. Stable. Exactly what is required for the transition." "And if the Prince grows too attached? If he puts his mate above the cause?"

She spun wildly before conjuring her own winds, a barrier swirling around her to shield her from the attack. The twins shifted their focus to the male hunters. The men's bodies began to contort unnaturally, twisting as though caught in the grip of invisible giant hands. Cracks and pops filled the air—sickening sounds of bones breaking and joints dislocating. Their faces twisted in agony, mouths open in silent screams that ended with a wet, gurgling rasp. When the motion stopped, their lifeless forms resembled grotesque, gnarled stumps. Arah watched in a mix of awe and terror, realizing for the first time just how powerful these half-faes were.

“She can try.” The largest beast stepped forward. Its body was draped in a long mane of white flame, and its claws carved molten grooves in the earth. It lowered its head, sniffed the air, and a deep rumble rolled from its chest. Sienna felt it before she understood it, the creature was speaking. Not in words, but in intent. Chosen one. Return. Half goddess. Half mortal. Not meant to run. Sienna’s pulse pounded. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”