The Beast And The Blessed Novels & Stories

When he found him, the impostor had shifted back to his human form, looking surprised that the beast had followed him. “Damn you, James! Damn you,” he cursed, and the beast roared in defiance. He wasn’t James, he was the beast! James would be merciful and spare his life, but the beast was going to paint the forest with his blood today. He raced towards the impostor with his right fist raised, ready to give him the finishing hit. He had never felt so much pleasure and so satisfied as he felt at that moment! The impostor looked at him with a smug look as he pulled on a rope at his side and a net swallowed the beast.

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.

Aunt Alice says. “Okay, baby,” Uncle Carlton says, taking out his phone. “Zel, as you know, Moon Blessed wolves are a rare and sacred lineage chosen directly by the Moon Goddess herself. Their presence among the packs symbolizes balance, unity, and leadership. Their loyalty is unmatched. What sets Moon Blessed wolves apart is the unique complexity of their mate bonds. Unlike other wolves who are destined for a singular fated mate, Moon Blessed wolves are granted the possibility of two distinct mate bonds: the Fated Mate and the True Mate. Each bond holds profound meaning and serves a purpose in the wolf’s life. I know you know most of this, but your situation was unique.”

The beast charged at us with renewed fury, its monstrous form looming large against the shadows. "Sasha, remember, we are stronger together," Alec shouted, his voice ringing out above the beast's roars. I nodded, trying to steady my racing heart. "I know, Alec. We can do this." With a deep, echoing growl, the beast lunged at us, the air crackling with raw energy. I pushed back my fear, focusing on Alec's reassuring presence by my side. Together, we stood our ground, meeting the beast head-on. The clash was monumental, the shockwave rippling through the shadowy landscape of the Veiled Haven. Alec was a whirlwind of strength and determination, his every move resonating with our shared resolve.

I let my power rise, my irises glowing red-hot, threatening to burn him on the spot. But then he spoke. And what he said made the red in my eyes flicker. "Imagine yourself in a crowd, Zubat… noises, screams… you smell happiness while you’re still drowning in pain…” His voice was soft and almost a whisper but it echoed in my ear like thunder. That was the 'Beast’s Prayer', a cursed chant sealed long ago because Zubat used it to feed his bloodlust, and it destroyed everything. “Stop him!” Kane barked, already charging forward as the guards scrambled into action.

I hated them all but I had no other choice but to marry Alex. Throughout our wedding preparation, Alex was emotionally and mentally absent, but he marked me and fulfilled his other duties, and sooner than later, I got pregnant. Breeders were known to have the most healthy and strong babies but when I put to bed, my baby was delivered dead, and that was when I knew the monster of a man I got married to.

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.

I listened intently, leaning forward over my desk. “The Moon Goddess watched her suffering,” Agatha continued. “She favored this girl's beautiful soul. So, the Goddess descended and blessed her, along with a chosen few in the pack who had shown her genuine kindness. That blessing transformed them. They weren't just ordinary wolves anymore. They became the Blessed Omegas.” “What could they do?” I asked.

Channeling a sudden surge of raw kinetic power through my torso, I break her hold and fling her backward, sending her body crashing heavily onto the stone floorboards. She sits sprawled on the concrete, her eyes fracturing with a wave of deep, ugly heartbreak as she lets out a sharp shriek. "Your inner beast is still howling for Chika Whitmore, is it not? Even after the Afolayan Dominion stamped their marriage mark onto his flesh, your station refuses to terminate the signal!"

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.