Nen Beast Novels & Stories

I won't be able to run away from my pursuer with this wound now, so I turn around, ready to fight. Then I see my attacker in full view. The moon is shining on his dark brown coat, illuminating his threatening stance, his light blue, almost white eyes pierce mine, his teeth bared at me, showing huge canines covered in my blood. A wild snarl escapes his throat and I know I will never win a fight against this beast. So I do what my pride hates me for - I lay on my side, expose my belly and my neck to him and hope for the best. Maybe if I look small and powerless, he will leave me alone. It is my only chance now.

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.

"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?"

Sports hours seemed to have better rep than duelling hours. "Basketball team, please come here," the instructor announced, gesturing to the left. "That’s ny cue," Knox said, his voice low. "Watch me." I nodded, clapping a little as he jogged over, pushing his bad hand into the pockets of his shorts. Suddenly, I felt it. The hair on the back of my neck raised, and it felt like something... someone was watching me. I turned slowly. There was no one. I swallowed hard and turned away, biting down on my lips hard. My wolf was still restless, almost like she was anticipating something I wasn't aware of.

Slumping, showing his naked bottom part to everyone. She was too stunned, too terrified to move. Even breathing was a hard task. The beast looked at her, crouching to touch her, but she scooted a few inches, shaking and her face that lost its color was the evidence that the beast terrified her. Standing six feet and nine, probably seven feet in height. Big, bulky with a wide chest that sported a long scar. A bzou, she just encountered the legendary bzou. The beast growled lowly and looked away. That was the moment she realized that the beast was not alone, three or five more beasts showed up, hovering in the bushes, and one that went to the dead man.

She didn't want to be found—so I figured she wouldn't be. Her face flashed in my vision, the crown of decaying roses she wore fluttered down petal-by-petal, her smile evil, her eyes a glowing yellow. The same piercing color as the beast. My teeth ground together in anger, my body shaking from the unimaginable pain clawing down my veins. The beast beat down my body daily, only breaking during the night for a short amount of time. The daylight gave me refuge. A moment alone to sink into myself and try to renew my self-worth.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

“In the river. And something bit him, I saw it, it was a snake, a big one. A taipan, I think.” I froze. My blood ran cold. “A taipan?” Cora's head jerked up. “Yeah,” she said grimly. “They sometimes invade the riverbanks during the heat season. We've had incidents before... not like this though.” Holy hell. A taipan. Most venomous snake in existence. Even a werewolf’s accelerated healing couldn’t keep up with the kind of neurotoxin this monster pumped into its prey. That venom didn't just bite, it shut you down. Muscles. Nerves. Breathing. Everything.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.