Teenbeast Novels & Stories

Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

“I don't see anyone.” “Just close the window, please.” My mind is still anxious. The thought that someone is always with me scares my mind too much. Not because I am a coward, but I am worried the stalker might find out about my real identity. He closes the window and comes back to me. “I will ask Sean to keep an eye on you.” My head nods. As he kisses my lips one more time, we continue until early morning, fucking each other the whole night shamelessly. The next day, it was time for another competition. Fighting a beast. Lozark had brought that beast from another pack. They're known for their barbaric nature. Huge like bears, cruel like lions, has sharp fangs like vampires, and resembles th

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

Zayn lowered his head and left quickly. I giggle silently, not wanting his canine ears to catch on that I found it cute whenever he blushes. Zayn may be younger than me, but his body has full-grown into maturity. Beastmen grows faster than an average human. Even if a beastman is fifteen, he can look like he is in their twenties. Yes, Zayn has grown up to be a mature man but has a mind of a teenager. His body has become even broader than before. Just the thought of him shirtless makes me blush. I've seen him shirtless sometimes but picturing his naked body makes my heart fluttered and cringy.

There are a lot of hunters waiting to hunt him, it would also harm your life, so keep him and yourself safe. [Ok grandpa] Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. (you don't have to worry about keeping my identity safe, I can alter my appearance to a certain level. Open up the beast, stat to check my stats. The system told me to remind you about this.) I shouted immediately. (Open beast stats!) _________________________________________ Beast stats (1) Name: Oreo Species: Black sabre-toothed tiger Tier: Beta (2) level: 30

she beckoned to them. “So little boy, are you gonna introduce yourself or should Brian do the talking?” The old lady asked. “I am Joe. My body got transmigrated into this teenager's body and I seriously want to get out of this mess” Joe explained. “You are joking, right?” The old woman asked with a serious look at Joe. “Uhh ugh!” Joe made a coughed as he took chilled water from the fridge. “Seat down boy” the old woman beckoned to Joe. She walked up to Brian as he stood at a distance, and both of them began whispering.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***