The Beast In Me Novels & Stories

I didn't understand how anyone could live like this. I had spent more than half of my life living in a basement, so I should have been accustomed to darkness by now. But even I knew I couldn't survive for long in a place where there was barely any light. The Beast started walking toward me. I instinctively remained where I was, watching him approach. “This has absolutely nothing to do with the money,” he said. “Whatever you choose to do with it is none of my concern. That money was given to you as compensation for what happened between us that night.”

The Beast. The Beast is the darkest, most vicious predator waiting inside my blood. He doesn't compromise. He doesn't talk. When he takes the reins, I wake up miles away in the dirt of the Redgrave Quarter, my knuckles shattered and my chest coated in blood that doesn't belong to me. Rough sex, brutal dominance, and blood-marking are the exact triggers that draw the Beast out of his dark corner. I expected him to take control tonight while I pinned Cain to the wall and drove myself deep into his body.

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?

Because once the beast comes out, he doesn’t stop. “I am trying so hard to control myself, kitten.You have no idea what it’s costing me. Every single moan that slips past your gag, every time your pussy squeezes around my cock like it’s trying to suck me deeper.” “And I am trying..Moon, I am fucking trying..not to snap. Not to shift. Not to ruin you. But the beast inside me is pacing. Scratching. Laughing” Because it knows the truth. It knows you’re ready. “You have no idea how hard I’m fighting this,” I whisper. “You think I’ve been rough with you? You think Daddy’s already broken you?”

I sighed, looking away from him to his father. Mr Brekan was looking at me, with something akin to pity in my eyes. He knew that he couldn’t convince the Queen to take back the beast. I was left to my fate. ‘Can we do it?’ I asked El, flexing my fingers, watching as the beast approached me, sulfur smoke emitting from his nostrils. ‘Just trust me.’ I did. I waited. She was in full control of my body after all. The beast came to stand in front of me and blew the sulfuric breath in my face. El held me from gagging. She held my face high, and I stared into the eyes of the beast, when all I wanted to do was run away from it. In its eyes was terror.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b