Novel & Cerita No Beast So Fierce

Agony ripped through my flesh as I bit back a scream, my world consumed by pain and darkness. “Ahhh!!!” I groaned as another hit my flesh, the searing pain lancing through me like white-hot flames. “Count!” the masked man demanded, his voice a cruel command slicing through the agony. How could I count when tears choked my throat when pain filled my brain like a relentless storm? Each strike of the whip tore at my resolve, each blow eroding the fragile barrier between consciousness and oblivion. "If you don't count, darling, I am going to start all over again, and it's going to burn," he taunted with cruel laughter. “I am starting all over now, so you better count!”

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell. I barely had time to breathe before someone’s shadow stretched over me. Three girls. The famous ones. The pretty ones. The ones who looked like they were carved out of I*******m filters and glitter. Jessica. Mara. Ally. Queen Bees of the “you don’t belong here” club. Jessica crossed her arms, looking me up and down like I was a stain on the ice. “Why was Henry hugging you?” My mouth dried. Here we go. “He wasn’t hugging me,” I lied, gripping the clipboard tighter. “He was just—”

She looked thin and fragile, like a porcelain vase easily to be damaged. The auctioneer was obviously dissatisfied with her behavior, he stepped closer to the cage and lowered his voice though his eyes was flaming with fury, “Take your hands off and show yourself to the gentlemen!” She took a deep breath and slowly removing her hands as men were yelling with excitement. “Look at you Bitch!” “I’ll make you dripping wet...” “Open your legs… Ooohooo!” Then the whole crowd fell into silence as they saw the red mark on her lower belly.

I heard her pleading sobs and my vision turned red. My wolf stirred, the beast rising to the surface with a ferocity I’d never felt before. I clenched my fists, fighting for control. The last thing I wanted to do right now was become a beast. But perhaps because this was a full moon or the situation called for it, my wolf would not heed. She overwhelmed me and burst forth. The transformation was instant. My muscles expanded, my claws extended, and my vision sharpened. One moment I was an aching human body on the floor. The next, I was all snarling teeth and vicious claws.

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

The Beast's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, its gaze burning into my soul like a branding iron. I screamed, but my voice was drowned out by the Beast's deafening roar, a sound that shook the very foundations of the room. Its jaws opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to deliver the final blow. I closed my eyes, waiting for the end, but it never came. Instead, the Beast's grip on my shoulders tightened, its claws digging deeper into my skin. I opened my eyes to find the Beast's face inches from mine, its eyes blazing with a fierce hunger. Its hot breath washed over me, making my skin crawl. …

She continued to strike. I was so furious that I let my inner beast take control. He emerged, a towering, fiery presence, but Sasha remained unflinching, locking eyes with my beast. My beast's eyes burned red, and he growled at her, baring his fangs. Normally, this display would send other wolves cowering in fear, but Sasha continued her relentless assault, prompting my beast to lunge at her.

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.