The Beast In Me Novels & Stories

“I’ve tried to contain you, but you proved otherwise.” The beast inside me was clawing at the bars of my mind, begging for release. For food. This wasn’t a normal shift. It was darker and Wilder. My eyes turned red—deep as blood, glowing with hunger and death. Fur black as midnight tore through my skin, rippling down my shoulders and along a monstrous form. I doubled in size, becoming a hulking, big figure that towered over any natural wolf. A cursed beast. My claws could shred through steel. Muscles bulged with unnatural strength. This wasn’t me anymore. This was the thing whispered about in fear. The Beast of Death.

Throwing my bag back down on the bed I turn to him and say, “Damon the pack was very accepting to me and greeted me with open arms. Is there anything else you want to know or are we finished?” A low growl rumbled from his chest and his eyes began to flicker and he closed them trying to control himself before the beast took over. I stepped towards him and said, “Why do you fight it? Just let the beast out. You would rather harvest the beast, than be with me. Just let the beast out, Damon. Stop fighting the beast if that is what you choose.” “You don’t get it do you.” Damon said as he opened his eyes and stepped towards me. “The beast is me and I can’t fight it. “I don’t believe that.” I tell

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

"Scared?" Am I? I drag my head in a sluggish shake. "Be honest, Ella. This beast is no joke when it comes to this. And I don't want regrets. So tell me honestly. Are you ready for this?" I swallow hard, gawking at him, while he awaits for my response. It's too hot in here, suddenly. I'm burning. And I love this beast, as he calls himself. So...

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over. My mate falls back and lands on her rear end. Her breathing accelerates, and her eyes look around wildly as if expecting an attack. She begins to cry as she watches the darkness around her, and again, I become conflicted. I want her, but I can't have her. Her view of my people is no better than anyone else so she probably wouldn't want me. Who am I kidding? Of course, she wouldn't want me. I am a beast. A beast that kills monsters. A wild animal that can't be trusted.

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.