Jacob Holland Sea Beast Novels & Stories

Andrius grew serious. “Is there any information about the sea beast king? What exactly is it?” Leon smiled wryly. “Everyone who has seen it is dead. There are no records. I only know that the sea beast king is enormous, unimaginably so. Capsizing a ship like this would be effortless for it. I just hope that the deity will protect us so we don’t encounter it.” Leon shook his head. Then, he started steering the ship toward that area.

Jacob informed me. His update caused a furrow to crease my brow. "Didn't the Beast Kingdom give up following their humiliating defeat?" I pondered internally. "Do they truly have the audacity to return after suffering such a defeat?" I exclaimed incredulously. "Indeed, their numbers are limited, usually less than twenty of those from the Beast race. Assisted by General Solan, handling them has become rather straightforward," Jacob mentioned casually, his relaxed demeanor indicating his recent involvement in the morning's patrol.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

They were obviously lying and I had nothing to do with it. When I was contemplating on a way to sound them out, I heard a finger snapping before the fire was instantly accelerated around them. Their figures now were engulfed in the flame, and their screams became harsher. I was astonished to look at Mr. Drakos while he raised his brow and reminded coldly, both to me and to the wolves, “I have very little patience.” “It’s Beta Dean!” The wolf hastily blurted out, “Beta Dean told us to kill the slave girl Alpha Xavier bought from the auction, and he signaled us at the table.”

I stared dead ahead, ignoring Claw's comment. "Sheesh . . . the guys said you were antisocial, but I didn't realize you were a deaf-mute," he continued to ramble on. "Shut your yappin', we've got company," I gruffed, witnessing two tall figures step out from between the shipment containers. We ventured into the downpour, getting soaked to our skin within seconds. "We're here to see a guy named Beast," a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain.

*~*~* Alex “I hope you’re not planning on doing anything stupid,” Mason muttered — then his eyes bulged, and he gasped — “holy shit! Is that Goliath? Fuck me, that is one massive human,” Mason spluttered with shock. "Seriously, look at him. He's like the Hulk on steroids." Driven by curiosity, I followed his train of sight and my jaw hung open. “Holy cow! Is that Isobelle’s father?” For a human male, he was huge, and I mean bear-shifter huge. The guy clearly ate clean and worked out. I could see where Isobelle got her height from.

A voice growled behind us, I quickly went and hide behind the beast and what surprise me the most is that he was sheilding me from the other man that just arrived, and his body had gone tensed. I look up at the man,he was tall but still not taller than the beast, his face was scary enough,his eyes were pure red, that not something you see everyday though. He would have been handsome to me, if not for his crook nose and arrogant appearance, the beast growled and it was obviously directed at me. There we go again, I forgot he read thoughts at times. "Stubborn pet you're having huh?" The guy insisted. "She isn't a pet and mind you Jared if you don't keep your fucking eye whore off her, I have

"You know he is. My brother, Andy, had you a couple of years ago and told me some stories. Did you really make that kid urinate in class?" "Yes, I did," Kat answered, her tone serious. She hadn't thought it was funny at the time. "That was the second class I taught...it's not funny," Evan only laughed harder. "Oh, I'm sure of that, especially for the poor guy. Ah, I wish I had been there—I'd love to see The Beast in action," He stopped abruptly when the waiter made his reappearance with their plates. For Evan, a pan-seared rack of lamb encrusted with mint pesto and served with garlic green beans and new potatoes. Kat had ordered the lasagna verde with bechamel sauce and garnished with fried

Like hope has bloomed right here in the grass beneath our feet. I barely have time to catch my breath when a hush falls over the crowd. A royal couple steps forward, both regal and radiant in matching gold and crimson. A Golden Elm tree, representing their pack, adorns their cloaks. The man is tall, broad-shouldered, and his eyes are the same shade of blue as mine. The woman walks beside him, graceful as wind through leaves, her gaze locked on me. “Roxanna,” the man says softly. His voice is thick with emotion. “I am Jacob, Alpha of Golden Elm. And this… this is my mate, Lorna.”

“Helmet optional.” I blinked. “Helmet optional?” “That’s the point,” he shot back, voice teasing, mischievous. “You in or out?” I took a deep breath. With a grin that matched his, I nodded. “I’m in.” The night became a blur of city streets, music blasting from hidden speakers in the harbor, and the wind whipping my hair across my face. Finn didn’t just drive, weaving through traffic like it didn’t exist, laughing as I screamed, gripping his waist for dear life. My wolf pushed forward instinctively, craving the thrill, the freedom, the sheer abandon in the air.