The Beast In Me Novels & Stories

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

I whispered, voice husky. “Take me. Ruin me.” The Beast growled low, a sound of pure possession. He hovered over me, powerful front paws planted on either side of my body, careful not to crush. The enormous head of his cock nudged my slick entrance, smearing precum over my folds. I trembled with anticipation, fear and lust twisting into something intoxicating. This was my beast now. My mate. My curse and…….. My salvation. And as the thick head began to push inside, stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched, I moaned his name into the morning light—ready to be claimed all over again.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

The beast eternal obsession The midnight black Alpha wolf stepped out of the lingering haze of the smoke bomb, his massive paws crunching softly against the blood stained grass. The lethal, frenzied madness that had possessed Leonhart during the battle had completely vanished. I could feel it through the bond, now there was only an intense, consuming focus on me.

The beast began to move forward, but I fought, finding myself in the process, while I struggled to keep on the surface. I didn't want her to see the beast. I wanted her to see me. Zander. Her mate. But it wasn't, and the next half hour felt like a hellish struggle to beat a monster within—a monster that I had no chance of surviving. *** William pulled me from between her legs, the beast roaring, shaking the stained-glass windows of my bedroom. Her scent, the glaze of fear on her face, it all crowded my mind; sent me over the line of rationality.

Let them fear me. Inside my room, I turned the faucet on, letting the water run until it steamed. The blood swirled down the drain as I scrubbed my hands, though the stain of what I had done lingered in my mind. I splashed water on my face, letting it cool the fire still burning in my veins. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, my eyes still faintly glowing red. I took a deep breath, willing the Beast to retreat. For her sake, I needed to be calm and under control.

Let them fear me. Inside my room, I turned the faucet on, letting the water run until it steamed. The blood swirled down the drain as I scrubbed my hands, though the stain of what I had done lingered in my mind. I splashed water on my face, letting it cool the fire still burning in my veins. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, my eyes still faintly glowing red. I took a deep breath, willing the Beast to retreat. For her sake, I needed to be calm and under control.

'RIDE HIS SEXY ASS! The beast's voice growled in my mind, bold and shameless. My eyes widened, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. "Shut up!" I hissed through gritted teeth, panic rushing through me. The beast's laughter rolled in my head, deep and teasing. 'STRONG. BEAUTIFUL. HE IS A WORTHY MATE.' 'No!' I shouted internally. 'You take your urges and shove them somewhere silent!' The man arched a brow, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "What did you just say?"

The slap hit like thunder through the hallway. My face stung, like a spit at the beast in me. "You don’t get to talk to me like that," she hissed. My breathing rose, getting out of control, my vision blurred, heat boiling up from my insides, bringing a gasp out of me. And then I felt it–her. The other me or whatever it is. The beast, that's what I called it. She flared up like a burning fire from under my skin. My fingers lengthened into claws, my shoulders cracked, my bones shifted subtly.

“ Yes! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! ” She chants continuously. The Beast picks its speed, rushing towards me faster as if he can’t wait to do what she wants. The dark fog clouds my vision, as the ground shakes beneath my feet. I clench my trembling fists. I should run. But The Beast, The King, and The Man…I can’t run from any of his facades. He closes in, looming over me. In his Beast form, I barely reach his torso. I crane my neck and look up, a lump forming in my throat.