Teenbeast Novelas e Histórias

that had moved in from the subway lines. Leo, being a young Beastkin, reacted with the primal instincts of his kind. His eyes glowed a dull amber as he snarled, thrusting his rebar spear into the chest of the lead Gray. He fought with the raw, unrefined power of his youth, his tusks bared as he threw his shoulder into a second attacker. But there were six of them, and they were flanking him. "Leo, behind you!" Tess screamed, swinging a rusted pipe at a Gray that was lunging for the young Beastkin’s throat.

The manticores behind him raised their scorpion tails, poised to strike. But we didn’t move. Not even a flinch. “Leave,” I growled, guttural and deep. “Not without the girl,” Gadreel spat through clenched teeth. Brammon’s patience snapped. He shifted fully into his minotaur form, hooves slamming into the ground. The earth trembled beneath us. Rhydan’s scales rippled across his skin, heat radiating off him in visible waves. “This is your last warning,” I said.

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…”

I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Never." Deangelo’s visible eye glowed with flames. "You are mine, and I’m not letting you go until I find and kill your nasty old hag." He stepped aside, allowing me to enter the boathouse. His henchmen dragged me past a sleek motorboat, and I caught sight of a large black snake coiled up in the corner of the room. "Is that a…" I trailed off, staring at the dangerous-looking snake. "Yep, little peasant, that’s my pet boa," he grinned. "His name is Lucifer."

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

His claws trembled at my throat, caught between killing and clinging. And then, with a sound like glass shattering, Zara’s last thread anchored into his spine. Her body went limp, crumpling into the mud, but it was enough. Maxim reeled back, the Beast howling in defiance. His roar wasn’t human. It wasn’t Hollow. It was something in between, split down the center, fractured but still holding. But when his gaze caught mine again, I knew which side still lived. The Beast didn’t know my name—but Maxim did.

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

I roll my eyes at Illianna as Cera takes a seat across from me. Tevin lays the garment bag he's carrying over the back of an empty chair and rushes over to me. "Oh my dear, you look devine." He says pulling me out of my seat and kissing both sides of my face. "You're looking pretty snazzy yourself. Must be the new beau I heard about from someone else." I tap his shoulder lightly. "Child, that male is a beast. Literally." We all laugh knowing that Tevin the fae has taken a shine to one of my father's shifters. They call him Beast. Beast is a bear shifter. He's a polar bear. One of only a few left.

"What's happening?" Marinah asks. "Don't move at all," Beck tells her. Pain explodes at their voices and Beast gains another inch of my control. With unwavering concentration, I force my bones to reknit, the K-5 to recede, and my eyesight to readjust. Minute by minute the pain lessens and my human side gains ground. Beast gives a last internal grumble and pulls back. My teenage struggles with Beast were never this difficult. After what seems like an eternity, I'm able to draw oxygen into my lungs and think clearly.

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.