Infamous 2 Beast Novels & Stories

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

"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?"

I chewed my lip, shifting uncomfortably in his lap “They didn’t really do anything to you and… Well, I know that now is a crucial moment in Alpha Kaia’s choice of who will be her heir. I don’t want the fact that you’re helping me… Well, get revenge on them… to hurt you in any way…” He suddenly shifted our positions until I was facing him, his dark eyes almost completely focused on me. With the hand that wasn't around my waist, he held my chin, preventing me from paying attention to anything else but him. “Do you really think I’ve changed that much since we met?” A small smile appeared on his face, not happy or friendly, just dangerous. “My silly little wife…” he murmured, his thumb brushing

Humans lacked inherited memory, so even if dark immortals obtained dark beast limbs, they couldn’t gain the beast's legacy and remained inferior to real dark beasts. A dark beast's wisdom increased with their level, matching human intelligence by level eight. However, a dark immortal’s intelligence decreased over time as they used dark beast limbs. A real demon beast would use its innate skills to attack the formation's weakest point. Jac, however, relied on physical attacks. When he realized the formation hadn't broken, he stopped his assault and began circling it.

he roared, recognizing the beast from the descriptions in the ancient texts. But the Beast did not respond. It was driven by pure instinct, a creature of destruction. Silas and his warriors fought valiantly, but their weapons seemed to have little effect. The Beast was too strong, too fast. In desperation, Silas sounded the retreat, knowing they had to regroup and find a way to combat this new threat. As dawn approached, the Beast retreated into the forest, leaving the Laufey pack devastated. Silas knew they couldn’t stand alone against such a monster. He sent urgent messages to the Montgomery pack and other nearby packs, calling for a council to discuss this new and terrifying enemy.

I was shocked when Aaron and Nashita were nowhere to be found but only their beasts which charged at us and we ourselves didn't pace down as well. Crashing against them as claws landed on snorts and necks as we collided with the crazed beast seeking dominance and fighting like our life depended on it, Shots of pain rises to my spine when I felt a slash on my thighs and I growled in fury, snapping the neck of the Beast responsible before returning the remnants of my anger on the other beasts slashing off the heads of as many as I came in contact with. The ground soiled with the blood of some of our warriors and the green blood of the beasts. We were almost at par and it was disturbing me.

When he found him, the impostor had shifted back to his human form, looking surprised that the beast had followed him. “Damn you, James! Damn you,” he cursed, and the beast roared in defiance. He wasn’t James, he was the beast! James would be merciful and spare his life, but the beast was going to paint the forest with his blood today. He raced towards the impostor with his right fist raised, ready to give him the finishing hit. He had never felt so much pleasure and so satisfied as he felt at that moment! The impostor looked at him with a smug look as he pulled on a rope at his side and a net swallowed the beast.

I shiver inside uncontrollably. Something about that promise feels so… fucking intimate. He releases my scruff to stroke a hand down my neck to my throat. “I see you in there, little Wolfie,” he whispers, his intense eyes holding mine. “I know your wolf has already taken over but we will help you regain control.” Finally, his soft voice soothes some aches deep inside me. Untill I remember his name. Thaddeus Munster. The monster who slaughtered his mate. His eyes narrow as though he can read my mind.

His chest still rose and fell from the game, his jersey tugged tight across muscles hockey shouldn’t legally be allowed to build. His eyes cut to the bully trio, cold as the ice behind him. “Touch her again,” he said, voice low and lethal, “and you’ll regret ever being born.” Jessica’s smirk collapsed instantly. Mara swallowed hard. Ally stepped back like he was a wild animal. Funny. Henry had called him a monster minutes ago. Now I was seeing exactly what that meant. Then, as if on cue, the girls snapped out of their fear and flipped instantly into fangirl mode.