Taming Beast Novels & Stories

If I were to decide, I don't want to speak anymore. But I have to ride on his trip. "Right... how about we shower him?" I asked. "Great!" "Oh, may I use the controller?" I asked again, trying to provoke him. He just smiled. "Of course, you can! Why not?" he said. I smiled creepily. His trust in me is so satisfying. It feels like Harry wanted to build his own "POU"-like game. He's infiltrating the animal world. What the fuck just happened to his mind?

I didn't want to lunge onto her like a wild beast. Ana nodded her head fervently and I turned off the lights. Since the living room had a high ceiling while it had glass walls as well as a roof, the moonlight fell onto her directly, making her curves as voluptuous as possible. Without hesitation, I yanked down those fucking tights that were clinging onto her body like their life was dependant on it and strip her out of that sports bar like she said.

I feel the heat of it blistering my skin, but I ignore it, swinging my ropes around the bottom of her back legs. I use the earth to push myself up to my feet and begin racing up her tail. She screams at me and tries to lift up, wanting to buck me off her body but her legs are stuck to the ground. Before I can get her tail pinned down as well, she swings it at me, sending me flying off of her. I flip in the air, then use my earth element to right myself. While Kenna burns the restraints off her front legs, I race back to her tail. This time, I begin wrapping ropes around her tail as I run up again, trying to reach her back.

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

Not yet. Not because he didn’t want to but because he wanted to way too much. Talia had cracked something inside him. Her voice, her command, the sheer sovereignty in her gaze it wasn’t just erotic. It was transformative. She didn’t take his control. She revealed how much he craved to give it away. And that... terrified him. His beast had never been quiet. Since the curse, it clawed behind his ribcage daily, relentless in its hunger. Sex only agitated it. Pleasure made it violent. But that night that night with her the beast had stilled. Not silenced, but tamed.

I held and pulled her hips aggressively closer to me and thrusted ferally into her core, reaching and filling up every space in her tight hole, I had turned into a beast and I knew, as I could ignore her cries and scratches on my burly hands. Tears started aggressively gushing down her cheeks as she cried and called for me, stretching out her hands to touch my face but I didn't bulge. I wanted to look at her as my whore, as just a random whore so I could erase those stupid feelings that flooded my entire being, but something in me still fought my Beasty side.

she cries. "Like...?" I ask in doubt. "Nelson, the landscape Architect" "Nelson is a womanizer" I say in a bored tune. "What about Alex?" "Alex is an egocentric goat who thinks he's smart but is as dumb as the ass of a chicken" "And Derrick?"

“Tamara, enough!” Their voices cracked with urgency, but it was too late. Pride had drowned reason. They didn’t come here to talk—they came to prove something. And now they were going to bleed for it. Austin didn’t care. Tamara wouldn’t listen. He lunged, his shift a blur of violence—bone breaking, muscles tearing, fur exploding across his form as his beast overtook him. It was fast, aggressive, but there was no control behind it. Just rage. His claws were out. Teeth bared. A full attack.

She knew rogues tended to be wilder and adapted to nature, but she liked learning survival tricks like this. “With practice, you can feel the slightest movement. I can teach you, if you’d like.” Beast offered, fighting to keep a wholesome hopefulness in his voice masked, but failing completely, especially with the proud smile covering his face at spending more time with his mate. With a glance, Beast shut down the chuckles that followed from a few rogue warriors nearby. “You two are going to give me cavities at this rate.” Thorin chuckled.

It's either this, or sitting in the snow, waiting for someone to wander past while my clothes soak through. "My Tani is a Guardian, we call him The Beast. He blesses us with brilliant crops each year, as long as people pray," I explain to him, flipping open my book. My scribbled handwriting, almost toppling upon itself, is impossible to read. But the picture, a drawing of what we imagine the beast looks like. Dark fur, green eyes, clawless. A Beast, but not a threat.