Kill The Beast: Book Novels & Stories

all over the shore. Theo puked some blood, as his body was in pain when the beast slam, cause inside the stream was some tiny rock, making Theo's back hurt and gaining some internal injuries. Not wanting to give up. Theo strangle the beast so hard, that the beast roll his body and got up to do the same thing he did just now. Noticing the beast was about to do, Theo clutch his one hand to the fur of the beast the other hand at the knife that was stuck at eyes of beast. he push the knife, so hard deep inside, until it reach the brain of beast. killing the beast once for all.

the beast said emotionlessly. "The person that will kill you is the king of Persia,I called on the king of Persia to eliminate him"he added as the king walked to the beast side with a sword in his hand waiting anxiously to kill the one who threatened his life and his kingdom. "I rather commit suicide that to allow you to kill me"the king of Tryus said as he stood up , running towards a sharp pointed thorn and hit his head hard on it. He dropped dead as his head burst open.

I paused when my fingers landed on the book I had been previously reading, the one the King had told me specifically to stay away from. Without much thought, I grabbed the book and turned to the chapter I had last stopped on, it was called soulmates to the beast. I read for what felt like hours about what the villagers thought about the beast and I found myself growing more and more afraid, the more and more I read. He had wiped out villages all around the castle in a rampage of anger, he killed thousands of people and left their bodies in the street and only stopped once the sun began to rise again and the sky became painted as red as the blood on his body.

Beneath the ink of the raven, the damn cursed mark pulsed with a violent, waking burn I hadn't felt in thirteen long years. My vision blurred. Then I looked at the photo. Staring back at me were the familiar, cold gray eyes of the monster who had haunted my every waking moment for thirteen years. Rowan Ashwing-Kael Vexley,the Supreme Alpha of Stormveil and the Fire Lord of the Ashwing bloodline. He was the Beast of Flames? The monster breathing down the necks of the Hunters? And he was here? Right now? I stumbled backward, the edges of my vision blackening just as they had thirteen years ago.

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

As high-ranking Beast Humans, it wasn't just Kiel and Matteo who had evil characters. However, *Sapphires always have psychopathic tendencies. Beast Humans like Halvir, Aefar, Aaric, Bardolf, Mischa, or others with a *Sapphire rank, even if they were the type with high honor. They were all the same, having suppressed Beast instincts by nature. Along with the growth of great power, the sadistic soul of the Beast Man also awakened. They loved bloody battles, the harder and more violent the battle, the more passionate they would be and aroused their thirst for blood.

They might think me delirious. Immediately I had gotten back to the room, I had picked the magic book, trying to find some reason why the beast hadn’t even touched me, but I hadn’t been able to decipher the writings. The being in me hadn’t said anything either, not to the book, or to the encounter. Thinking of it now, I wondered if the being in me had somehow repulsed the beast, had somehow stopped it from touching me. I remembered the gruffy laughter, like we were pals, like I wasn’t something he was supposed to kill at that hour.

“Do pick my service again.” Before Zayden left that stinky room, he mumbled to himself, thick eyebrows pulled in a frown. “Let’s hope not.” While making his way back to the front of the bar, Zayden allowed his thoughts to go wild. He knew the perception of reincarnation was only conceivable in books, but being an Alpha of one of the most bloodthirsty packs in the mountains, he knew better than to question the competence of mother nature and the moon goddess. It did explain the unquestionable pull he felt towards Dhara. And it also explicated how she knew the name of his wolf.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.