The Beast By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

Vincent instantly trusted his tongue, devouring her mouth mercilessly. His inner beast took control. He wanted to rip her apart. Her tears kept on falling, embracing her cheeks, and he kept on wiping them while caressing her cheek. After a while of satisfying his beast, he broke the passionate kiss, breathing heavily, but his heavy breathing didn't stop him from attacking her delicious neck. She held his biceps as he kept on devouring her against her will. She gasped out when he started to suck her neck harshly. "I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!"

Maybe you will start loving your husband—. "That man can't be loved! He is not even human! He is a beast!" Hazel said infuriated and woman looked at her startled. "But who knows if the beast can become human for the beauty? I will say if you love your aunt you should accept her last wish..no matter how much it hurts you... you should do it for your love one and there is no guarantee that your marriage will fail. Maybe you will really be lucky to with that man....." Hazel listened to the woman attentively before the ringing of the lady's phone made them stop.

"You may have caught me off guard, but you'll never defeat the unity of our pack. Hallow City will stand strong against the likes of you." Adam's expression twisted into a sneer, his grip tightening on the knife. "We'll see about that, Beta." As he moved in for the final blow, I closed my eyes, centering myself in the core of my being. In that moment of clarity, a surge of power, unlike anything I'd ever felt before erupted from within me. The air crackled with energy as my eyes snapped open, glowing with an otherworldly light. With a single thought, I transformed into my wolf form with a single attack, I managed to hit him, sending Adam flying backward until he fell on the ground.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

The beast’s head lowered down to her and Morana stretched her hand to touch it, the moment her fingers made contact with its fur a bright light surrounded her and Morana felt the beast move into her, entering through every pore in the body till it got to her blood, mixing and then settling. The whole process was painful, but the moment they had merged as one Morana’s eyes opened, shining a bright blue, I was like she had lamps go eyes. It frightened both Sophia and Cameron that were by her side, “Morana, Mo, are you okay?” Cameron asked when the light in her eyes had dimmed out. Morana looked at the two with new eyes, it was like seeing things for the first time and she knew the feeling was

Mom taunts the bald guy as she nears the cell, where he hangs limply from the ceiling, his body held upright solely by the chains around his wrists and neck. “Look who graced me with her presence. My breeding whore.” Fucker has the guts to sneer at my mom. But all it gets him is a furious growl from my father and a punch in the face. My mom, though, remains unaffected. I glance at her, only to see a hard, emotionless look on her face. I barely stop myself from flinching when I see it. Mom has let the Beast out. I’ve seen her like this a lot of times, but it’s still shocking to witness how easily she turns into the bloodthirsty monster. It’s like she switches off her humanity. There’s no empa

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

I dared to raise my head but the fierce beast had his head tilted and glowing eyes squinted like he was trying to piece together something incomprehensible. His inspection had even freaked out Jordan as much as it had me. It all felt shady, but I was trapped between two monsters, there was no way I could stay alive if I made a run for it. I just had to place all my trust in Jordan and the honor he spoke of. "O yak Insaan ast, man Padshah!" (She is a human, My King!) The Beast jerked back from me as if that fuckwad had told him I had a contagious disease. I hope he hasn't. My pride just can't take even a Beast who just crawled out of a damp ditch being disgusted by me.

“Really? Is that how amazing you think I am? I never knew you thought this highly of me.” Hahaha. (I was lost in my internal monologue when I got caught by this monster.) “Ahhhh! What are you doing, little bitch? I will kill you!” “Uhnn… really?” She smiled cruelly, blood smeared across her face. “There’s one thing I actually like. Wanna know?” Her eyes shone with a strange, dangerous light. “Tch! Get the fuck off me, bitch!” “Yeah, too bad. I love blood, and this is where you die.”

She felt the beast closely following her out the door. Daeira's eyes widened when it launched at her again that she closed her eyes in response."AHHH!" She slowly opened her eyes when nothing happens having heard the beast huffed angrily, shaking its head after hitting the floor. "It worked..." she looked down herself and see no shadow of her being cast down the floor. She then turned to the beast who eyed her instead as if it can see her straight. It began to round where she stood that she actually realized that it could see her but couldn't touch her. Afraid, she began to bolt into a sprint again while ignoring the pulsing of her wound and the floor stained with her blood.