The Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

“And it smells… beautiful.” Kaerith’s teeth pressed together as her hands clenched into fists in her lap, forcing a trembling breath out. Even as Rhazien spoke, Kaerith felt something far worse watching from beyond the dark. She felt a pulse. A hunger. It wasn’t Rhazien. It was the other one—the one they called the Beast. His shadow stretched across the chamber as he stood, his armor creaking. “To the court,” he snapped. The Woundmaidens seized Kaerith’s chain and dragged her toward the door, through the twisting tunnels of Murnokh, past rusted gates and bone lanterns.

I asked for something safe—pasta with roasted vegetables—while Damon ordered steak and wine like he came here often. As the waiter walked away, he leaned his elbows on the table and said, “So, Elena… what’s your story?” “Oh, you know,” I replied, trying to sound casual, “just a perfectly normal girl who nearly got run over by a truck, only to be saved by a man whose dog has a sixth sense for tragedy. Totally standard stuff.” He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made my heart weirdly ache. “Okay, fair. But what else? What do you do? What brings you to that part of town walking like a ghost?”

Shame fills me when I see the state that he is in because of me. My breathing starts to pick up as the thought of what I was about to do to Ajax before I regained control seeps in. I am scared. I am dangerous. ‘Belle, I am fine.’ Ajax insist when he notices that I was panicking. ‘No. Everything is not fine!’ I let out. My growl frightens Holly, making her fall to the ground when her knees buckles. ‘I…I am a monster. I can’t be here!’ ‘BELLE!’

The beast resembled a Hyde—the kind she had seen in pictures in books……but what was standing in front of her right now? She had never seen anything like it in her entire life. The beast stood still, his eyes fixed on Akira, and she wondered why. But she didn't move; she didn't say a word. The only one she could have been talking to was stirring inside her head and had refused to speak, so she chose to remain mute. The beast finally moved, taking another step toward her, and once it did, Akira froze, her breath caught in her throat. What the hell is Lord Ragnar waiting for?

Did the beasts come from the zoo? "I told you, but you didn't believe me and laughed at me instead, ha, what are you going to believe now?" Stephen who was now staring and facing Sami who didn't even ask Stephen a question. Sami looked confused and looked at the people who were working. "Well tell me now, why do you think that it was done by a beast, huh?" asked Sami who was now narrowing her eyes. "Because it was done by a beast, why are you so hard to tell, I've been telling you that it was done by an immoral beast!" said Sami, very sternly with her hands folded in front of her chest.

Alpha Thorin would enjoy hearing that things are not as portrayed within the pack that dared insult him. The girl confused Beast. He wanted to chase after her, ask her who she was and why she did what she did, but it wasn’t the time. He watched the way she dropped from the tree. That was a choice, and she was effortless in her ki.ll. He never met a female on the same level of darkness as he was. It was magnetic. Their energies reached out for one another. Was this more than a simple ally in silence? Beast tore his gaze from the packhouse with a smirk and faded into the treeline. He collected the unconscious Dean and drifted out of the pack lands like a ghost in the night. It was time to regr

’ A part of her mind coldly asked her. She blinked back her tears. She was stunned by her own thoughts. Shea swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized how much her thoughts were slowly becoming a venomous poison to her thoughts – as doubts and uncertainties started to creep into her entire system. ‘If it is his beast, then would it change a thing? Denver and his beast were one. He is part of his beast, and so was he to his monster. You can’t separate the two of them. They were part of the whole, and that’s the reality that you must accept.’

Bella's voice rang out, clear and strong, despite being still unborn. The Shadow Beast halted, its grip loosening in surprise, it had never heard a fetus speak before. My eyes widened in awe, feeling a surge of pride and wonder at my unborn child's bravery. "Who are you?" the Shadow Beast growled, its voice like thunder. "I am Bella, the future Shaman Queen of Mystic Manor," the tiny voice declared. "Who Dares to touch my Mother?!" Bella speaks in a Tongue unknown to man, Powerful words with a burst of light, the Shadow Beast let out a deafening scream as it was repelled by the light. It began to burn with a Blue flame. That sent the demon screaming into the pits of Hell.

Soheila stabbed the beast so many times. Little Black and Sylvie felt pity for that beast. Nevertheless, they also feel scared when they faced Soheila. Although it was weird talking to a dead beast, they didn't want to make fun of her especially Little Black who was always laughing at people. Meanwhile, Soheila that time felt their presence when she was stabbing the dead beast. She looked at the two new auras. Suddenly, Soheila's frustration got away when she saw a chubby black hamster with soft fur and a tiny white fox who had the softest fur that makes Soheila wanted to touch it. Remembering Soheila stabbing the beast too many times made their fur stand like an arrow. They watched the frus

Beau, my second in command, pulled his human side forward and I did the same. It was a girl, barely a woman, her face ashen blue, near death, and the light was fading. I began pumping her sternum, willing frantically that the water would come up to keep the light alive, give it breath to rekindle the dying spark. All three young ones whined and pawed at the earth. I wondered if they could feel the goodness, the purity The Beast’s gift conveyed clearly to me. The loss of this beam of hope? Would surely tear him apart. Beau tilted her head back as I paused and he blew a breath of air into her water-logged lungs. I felt a power rise out of her, the silhouette of her soul rising from her body,