Her Beast Novels & Stories

"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?"

Beau Fur and muscle, Brianna and Wyatt walked before me, wading through dark water in beast form. Her pale fur, a stark contrast to his russet, as it reflected the light of the moon, she almost glowed. I didn’t know how it happened as we loped through the bayou. Our mate was now something more than we had ever expected. She was fire and brimstone along with pure light and love. She belonged to us and us to her. Her beastly body was a combination of femininity and strength, of monstrous force and grace. She walked beside him, smaller but with so much fluidity, I couldn’t help but be in awe of her. My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

“I know it looks weird that I'm showing this to you but I'll make it clear that I'm not showing it to you because I'm collecting some animal feathers or thingies you may say. These are actually my evidences for what we call a beast.” “Now, what is this beast you may ask? This is not like in the movie beauty and the beast. This beast even has a number determined by their tails. And I think for me, because of these three things, I am tracking down a 3 tailed beast.” “...”

"That’s Christopher and your Alpha running into a trap! The Master will kill them both!" "They’ll tear this mountain down first," Sarah said through her teeth. Rihanna sneered. "They’ll die in the dark! Right, my Lord?" The lieutenant opened the giant doors. Inside was a huge cavern around pool of bubbling dark silver light lit the room around it were black stone pillars. On a tall throne of black glass sat the Beast 8 feet tall, black armor, face hidden by shadow with 2 burning crimson silver eyes. The lieutenant forced Sarah to her knees on the stone altar.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

"My cousin Mira wrote to me about... about him." The way she says 'him' makes my skin prickle. "Alpha Stone?" She nods. "She says... Alora, are you sure you want to hear this?" "I need to know what I'm walking into." My voice comes out stronger than I feel. "Please." Sarah perches on the edge of my stripped bed. "They call him the Beast for a reason. Not just because of his size or strength, but..." She swallows hard. "He can scent emotions. Fear, desire, lies – especially lies. They say he punishes deception more harshly than any other offense."

The beast comes out with a growl that sends the birds into flight overhead. All kinds of feelings attack my senses at the same time. My dīčk ache with a painful need to be joined with another. Any female will do. My body is out of my control, but my mind knows only one person who can revive Ares. I let go completely, allowing the beast race towards Meadows to the place where the Butterfly lives. After what seem like hours, I find myself near the mountains. Warriors are all around, watching over my mate. How do I get past them? Would Mister Beast let me take on my human form?

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

He turned me around and started to kiss my jaw and neck. He put my forehead against his. "I can't believe that I have a family. Thank you so much for giving this beast a family." he whispered. "You may be a beast, but you are my beast." I said as I hugged him The beast found his love. The end.