My Beast Novels & Stories

Garrett declared. Beast was silent for some seconds “Fear is a prisoner” “I have no fears” “You do” Beast argued “What do you know about fears?” “I know what you know, it is just how you don’t know what I know that baffles me” “Enough” “Yes, exactly, that is what you always say, enough, stop it, shut up, you never listens to me, you don’t want to face your faces, you would rather blame it on your curse, you won’t hear me out, you always shut me off when it reaches this level” Beast said “I will wait for the day that I’ll tell you, “I told you do’”

Struggling to understand the dream I had just woken up from, I clutched my tummy with my trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated the shocking revelation I had just learned: Tristan was my mate. The words danced in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It sent shivers down my spine. The implications of the mate bond were both terrifying and heartwarming to me. I tried to hide the shock that rippled through me, but my hands trembled, and I felt a mixture of fear and warmth. Fear because I had no idea what being mated to Tristan would mean, and warmth because I hoped that, through the bond, Tristan would come to love me and protect our child.

Pine joked, earning him a slap to the back of the head from Reaper. “Beast isn’t one to tolerate your jokes. Careful, Pine.” Reaper warns. “I would second that.” Beasts' low, threatening tone vibrates the surrounding air. “Beast,” I nod. Beast walks to the fire, relaxing on the dirty ground, leaning against the log bench. He always preferred the ground. He could detect movement vibrations through the ground. Nothing sneaks up on Beast. Ever. “That female is my mate.” I watched as the group turned and looked at Beast wide-eyed.

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

"And cleaner too." "How did Ms. Beast do with the double attack?" He pulls me closer and stares into my eyes, searching for my Warrior side. I slowly blink and allow King a peek. "She still insists I kill you, though this time she wanted Beck's blood too." He laughs because he argues with his beast side all the time and truly understands the duality of what I'm going through. Beast is our animal side and when stressed, our beasts think the solution to fighting is death to our opponent. My beast complicates things when the death she wants is my mate's. I don't actually think Ms. Beast would kill him, but she does love the chase regardless of whose side she's on

His claws trembled at my throat, caught between killing and clinging. And then, with a sound like glass shattering, Zara’s last thread anchored into his spine. Her body went limp, crumpling into the mud, but it was enough. Maxim reeled back, the Beast howling in defiance. His roar wasn’t human. It wasn’t Hollow. It was something in between, split down the center, fractured but still holding. But when his gaze caught mine again, I knew which side still lived. The Beast didn’t know my name—but Maxim did.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Her sweet scent whispered in the night air, faint but distinct, teasing my senses and pulling me in her direction like an invisible thread. My heart raced. She was on the other side of the park. Was she in her wolf form? Some omegas never shifted, but I’d heard of a few who did. The urge to change into my wolf and track her pumped through my veins. But a wolf roaming through the city wouldn’t go over well. I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals.

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.