No Beast So Fierce Novels & Stories

Thick ones Tight ones They dragged me into a small stone building There were seven of them All strong All angry They didn’t care who I was They didn’t care I had a mate and a child and a pack, if they knew that is To them I was a monster And maybe they were right They tied me to a metal wall and used whips made of silver The first lash made me scream The second tore my skin The third made the beast angry They burned my chest with hot iron They stabbed my legs so I couldn’t run One of them spat in my face and said “You don’t deserve to live” And maybe he was right too But then I felt it That fire again That roar in my bones The beast came out It didn’t care about pain It didn’t care about poi

Although he and his son fought until his death, he still loved him greatly. Fernando punched Romano hard in the face, making a nasty sound as it hit. Romano fell backward onto the mansion floor, and blood splashed across the marble like red paint. He coughed violently, his vision blurring as he glanced up at Fernando, who had transformed into the beast everyone had always called him. Fury burned in his golden eyes, now a seething, savage red. Romano felt a shiver of fear inch down his spine; he realized too late that he had released this wild dog.

I was too vicious. Untamed.

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

He answered. "So are we going to inform the council about the beast's abduction?" I asked with a raised brow. "No, the council made it clear. The beast is to be left unharmed as long as it doesn't find its bond or cross the damn river. Attacking it without reason could bring unwanted war between the Tasmanian devils and our own people. What we will do is go there and make sure we find out if Hera is alive or dead." He answered seriously then threw the papers on a small table beside him.

he remarked pompously, and I knew he was one of The Black Mafia, Jackson informed me they are pompous, arrogant, and nasty, and I made a mental of it. "You're so full of yourself," I say. "That's because girls swooped down on me like a bird." He went on to say. "Oh hate to irritate your ego, but I am not one of them, now get lost," I grumbled. So fucking obnoxious bastard. "I like your fierceness." He sat down and ordered a drink as well. "And, by the way, you have the most piercing stone grey eyes I've ever seen. I adore it." "Is it a compliment I should appreciate?" I inquired.

We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts. "My sister is very much a real person, and she is not a beast. She is the kindest of us all. She is pure of heart. She is the closest to our creator! SHE CARES ABOUT HUMANS AND THEIR SURVIVAL, EVEN THOUGH NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, IT'S NEVER ENOUGH. DO NOT CALL HER A BEAST AGAIN. WE ARE LYCANS! THE RACE OF PROTECTORS! THOUSANDS OF US HAVE DIED FOR YOUR KIND. THE VERY LEAST YOU CAN DO IS BE RESPECTFUL," I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over.

FENRIC'S POV I shifted the moment I left the breakfast table, bones snapping and reforming as my beast tore free, and launched myself down the corridor at a speed that blurred the world around me. The spiral staircases vanished beneath me in great lunging strides as something feral flooded my veins, burning away anything that wasn’t instinct. I barely registered descending level after level. I only knew one thing: I was going to tear those guards apart. But the rage wasn’t only for them. Part of it was directed at myself.

The beast took another eerily silent step towards him— causing his body to betray him further as he began to try harder to curl into himself and away from the beast. "Hrmmmm...WHY DIDN'T YOU DINE ON YOUR KILL?....grrrrRRR!" The beast yelled at him in a questioning manner. He thought the question over before answering, trying to be careful in what he said. "I'm not an animal-- not a wild one at least....it felt...erhm...wrong. Taboo." He said shakily as he put his head up to face at least the beasts legs. "Hmm...I think yoU're JuSt scarrrEd to embRrrace what you arrrrrre...grrrr.."

She didn't feel humiliated, because she knew this would happen. To Aztec, Beatrice would always come first, and frankly, Sandra wasn't going to try and come between them. She didn't want to be in her fantasies of a prince charming because as long as she was human and the wolves despised her, there was just no way she would ever get comfortable and claim she was one of them.