The Beast In Me Novels & Stories

My fury boiled and with all the strength I could muster, I shifted into my beast form. The shackles that were binding me fell off my feet and my body grew larger and stronger. The female, now trembling, moved away from me. I tried to control my beast but it was too angry and began lashing out and destroying everything in sight. "Please!" She shrieked, her eyes tightly shut as my beast began destroying all the paintings, the TV, and video games in the room. The naked girl screamed when the TV nearly fell on her. My beast didn't care. It pulled her by the hair and didn't stop until blood flew from her scalp as she screamed for help

That statement from my mother rang inside my head like a bell, and I quickly clutched my head tight while trembling. I felt Jaden hug me tight as he was asking what was wrong with me, but his voice sounded distant and faint. "If you don't save them, this will be their fate. Not even your mate will be spared!" The words from the so-called beast inside me echoed alongside my mother's voice, taunting me and forcing me to shriek. "I am your second beast. You just have to be strong till I rise." That was what the beast had said to me afterwards, and hearing it again now, I realized it must be that same beast that I felt its movement inside me earlier.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Even bloody, I'd take him right here, right now. Mate. "Yes, mate," I tell Ms. Beast. The beast inside me isn't a separate entity. She just acts like one and King was right-it's far easier to keep her in line when I think of her as a different person inside me. Ms. Beast talks, complains, and causes pain when I don't listen. I, in turn, control her and do my best not to give into her demands too often. Mainly I resist forcing myself on King.

Fight the beast and take back my life. If it wasn't for my love for him, the beast would have consumed me. Bastian gave me something to fight for. I fought for him. I fought for myself. I fought for this pack. Now, I only feel love for everyone. I no longer have to fear myself. I no longer have to hide. I no longer have to worry about what lies beneath. The only thing I ever have to feel again is love and that's the best feeling in the world. THE END

Her cheeks flushed pink, and I could smell the arousal of her soaked pussy flowing in through my nostrils and filling up my lungs. My lips hovered over hers as I spoke. "You think you got me all figured out, don't you? Some folks say that I'm a reasonable guy, just as some call me the devil. Believe every one of them because I act accordingly. I will destroy you in the most brutal yet beautiful way, and when I'm done, you'll understand why they named me The Beast." Gia's eyes flickered like candles at night, full of passion and desire. Her rapid pulse had nothing to do with fear; she craved my touch, wanting me to fulfil my promise. A teasing smile danced across her lips, daring me to contin

I can already picture it happening in my head. No no no! This isn't me! I shake my head and look away. What's the matter with me? I close my eyes and try to get Aurora back in her cage. She needs to go, I can't have her preying on my classmates. Go away! Go away! Please go away! It feels like I'm having an internal battle with my natural instincts. The human side of me or rather the nonhuman side is fighting with the hungry demon which lives inside of me.

I looked more badass and wicked. “I’m your beast.” The person said. “But you’re me.” I said, so sure. “Yes, I am. No one can extract this part of you because it comes naturally.” My beast said. “Then, please help me.” I pleaded to my beast side. “Help me defeat Piero.” I added. “As you wish.” My beast said. Just at that moment, I felt I was being diverted back into the normal world. I heard Francesca's screams and mum's wailing.

Their words weren’t enough to rile him. “You truly are a Control Type. You know when to submit” Beastly Tiger blocked the swipe of a Mythic Class Magical Beast and rammed into it with amazing force. The beast was flung backwards by the power of his body ram, but was otherwise unharmed. “That’s enough!”

He liked to see it and he enjoyed it, when his prey begged him for mercy which he didn't have in his heart. As the only one Beast had hated and the only one who survived being close to him for so long, Ana was bound to be fearful. He had shown her the monster, that resided inside him, because he knew she was going to be fearful of him after seeing The Real Him. Beast was not a Prince Charming with a perfect personality from fairytales. He was a monster, who killed mercilessly and only knew how to be brutal. Before, deep down in her heart, Ana really took him as her prince who came to take her away from the cruel reality, but then He-Himself became her cruel reality, which she would have neve