Scamander Fantastic Beasts Novels & Stories

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

She is still not in her right mind so she can’t help herself when she tastes my blood. She drank it in one shot. Her eyes turned gray and her fangs started to show while she was staring at my wrist full of blood. Oh no, I know what she is thinking. “ Snap!” I said in the air and in an instant , Fiona came back to her senses . She looked confused and shocked when she saw all the blood on the floor. This is also a spell a spell to make werewolves calm down. I know that my sacred spell worked and was successful, because I started to feel weak and drained. Feels like a lot of energy just left my body. This is only the start of the consequences of using sacred spells.

I can't even explain how I am able to stamp my feet in the right places on these long stairs as my sight and attention are all banked on this ogre beside me, but I am thankful that I have yet missed a step. "Am I that irresistible?" He queries, slinking his filthy hand around my back to wrap my waist. Autom smirk! Him? Irresistible? Holy stinking shit! Even the devil must the cracking its ribs out of that absurd hoax. Even I had to genuinely smirk at that because, can you visualize it? This shit monkey face that has no contour nor anything meritoriously eye-catchy on it? Smirk again! I understand that he is at the edge of glee from whatever bet he won today. It's not usual for him so maybe h

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

the lieutenant said hee threw a smoke bomb on the floor a wall of black smoke exploded, hiding Rihanna christopher swung his sword blindly in the fog. On the black glass throne, the Beast leaned forward his huge armored body creaked his red silver eyes stared at Sarah in Damian’s arms, a deep, scary laugh came from his shadowy face. It vibrated inside everyone’s head. "You think you saved her, young Alpha?" the Beast rumbled. "You think fire and steel can stop what’s already written?" Damian stood, holding Sarah tight. "Keep talking, monster! We’re leaving and this place will burn!" The Beast didn’t get up he raised his big iron hand with glowing purple runes and pointed 2 fingers at Sarah’s

"Oh, and there is Jasmine! The gold digging night bartender. Give me a discount next time!" Andrew stopped talking, and he turned sharply to the boy who had spoken. He was one of the basktball players, a famous bad boy in school named Ian. He started to move, just as Jasmine held him in place, shaking her head. "Don't." He said nothing and started to settle back in when Ian yelled again. "What are you gonna do, pretty boy? Tell me how she tasted down there?" Andrew stood, slightly hitting his desk out of the way.

'' Mischa asked kindly. Mischa rushed upstairs, then a few moments later came down carrying a young girl. Anindira's eyes sparkled when she saw a petite girl not very different from her. She was the first woman Anindira had seen in this WORLD OF BEASTS. A petite girl with long caramel-colored hair with clear hazel eyes. She should have been a beautiful girl with a sharp jawline that looked strong and firm. Her forehead, cheekbones, and jawline were almost the same width. It was a shame that her white skin was dry and looked dull. Her long hair was also sticky and oily, almost matted.

“ Scarlet will be better Master, I’m sorry about the inconveniences I had caused you in the past. Actually I happened to be at the hospital when the ugly incident took place, I overheard elder Neil saying your secretary, the Goblin is nothing but a spy from the other world ” Everyone shares a puzzle look. Hayden let out a soft sigh then made his way towards scarlet slowly. “ Do you think I will believe your empty words? ” He asked glaring at scarlet. “ Then apply your sixth sense master ” “ Don’t speak ill of kyle scarlet, I won’t leave that young man for Nothing ” Hayden swore flopping to the couch. The front door burst open and Farrell dashed in. “ Master the Beasts from the beast clan wer

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.