I Raised The Beast Well Novels & Stories

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 truly was magnificent. Jax, Rev and Preston were unconscious now and Baz spoke to me in my head, telling me that their beasts were ready to join with them. I looked at Jax and I took a step backwards as I saw a large blue beast merge with him. His back arched involuntarily as the beast settled inside him and he screamed suddenly as his mark appeared on his skin.

EPISODE 20 – RIDE WITH THE FOUR-EYED BEAST My gaze flicked to his face and that’s when I noticed it. His green irises were glowing. “You are nothing more than a lowly human,” he growled, each word vibrating in the air, rumbling against my ears like thunder. “The lowest kind of creature ever to walk the earth. You should be careful with your tone when speaking to an immortal like me.” “The lowest kind?” I said softly, then let out a dry laugh. “The lowest creature… and yet I managed to make a four-eyed Alpha beast this angry—"

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

My eyes instantly opened when my legs were easily grabbed. The beast pulled me to its side like I was nothing, it showed its full dominance by the loud sneer that was making me want to submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast wanted, at least at that minute. I wasn't going to submit no matter what. "Let me go, what do you want from me!" I screamed on top of my voice. It growled again and this time it pushed me to a rock where I hit my head.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

I shifted fully, my body growing to almost the same size as the beast. I blocked Isla's attack, my claws meeting hers in mid-air. The impact was immense, but I held firm. I roared loud, tearing the air and sending the beast falling back. My eyes glowed bright red, a fierce determination burning within me. President Ryder smiled, a glint in his eye. "Finally," he said, "now it's time to end this." The air was charged with tension as we prepared to face the beast. I knew it wouldn't be an easy battle, but I was ready. I would protect the school, no matter the cost. The beast's eyes locked onto us, its gaze fierce and unyielding.

RAVEN I paced Danica’s bedchamber, my mind spinning. What was my father planning? What kind of questions would these "neighbors" ask? The fact that I couldn't refuse to see them made the walls feel like they were closing in. My father had been too specific about these visitors. He knew they would poke and prod, looking for any sign that the Beast of Northshore was as weak as the rumors suggested. Worse, I was terrified that if they pushed too hard, I might slip. If I spoke like a man, or failed to describe the "romantic" life of a bride, the lie would crumble.

"Really? How?" Iris' quick wit saves us, and again the man just thinks I'm jealous, which I am. But he is going down, in five... four... three... two... Before I get to the count of one in my head, the beast sidels up next to the evil man, who reaches out, grabbing his neck and snapping it. Iris looks at me with a worried look on her face, noting that the whiskey was magically teleported to her hand when the bad man grabbed the beasts neck. I quickly grab it from her hand and smile when I go up to them. "Was that one of the creator's beasts?"