My Beast Novels & Stories

I inquired, dodging the subject of sex. It was bound to crop up next, and I was stalling for time. Sue me. My body was trembling with nerves, terrified of what it would feel like to be shared between them. “Lincoln is a bear shifter from Forest Hills,” Alex informed me. “Chloe is human, like you.” “And she didn’t mind Lincoln being a . . . you know? A,” I cringed as I use the word, “bear shifter?” Alex flashed a tight-lipped smile to mask his amusement. “Apparently not.”

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

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.

Draven grunts dramatically. I continue without paying attention to Draven’s whining, “ When the Beast takes over and I am pushed back, emotions disappear. The Beast is not a fool. No, don’t think like that. He is just an animal, with magic abilities and he chases everything that fears him. ” “ We know of a way to kill you, Aleister Anasazi! ” He hisses as if talking to the scum of the Earth. I nod. “ Nellie knows of a way because she thinks she got some valuable information from Noelle. ”

Mindy whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, and I rolled my eyes goodnaturedly. Despite the warmth of their attention, a part of me felt detached, like I was an imposter in their world. The admiration for my wolf, the whispered comments about how strong she must be—it all felt undeserved. They didn’t understand the chaos beneath the surface, the lack of control that scared me more than anything else. I hadn’t been myself while I’d been in that beast's form. I would never have been able to tear into two grown men like that were it not for my wolf. Despite everyone’s relief that she’d been there, I wasn’t sure I liked it. A month ago, I couldn't even kill a bug on my own and now I was

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

“The beast is a serpent and it is massive with large and hard scales. It emits some sort of low frequency sound so beware of that and also, it can spit the plague at you.” “Spit the plague at you?” one of the men replied back at me, his eyes were wide with shock. “Keep it together, Flint,” Claude said to him. He looked at Claude, “Am I the only one that heard what he said?” I looked him dead in the eye, “You heard right, now get it together.” We resumed walking and when we got to where Rebekka and I saw it last, it was not there. Just as expected but to my surprise, there was a trail.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.