The Beast In Me Novels & Stories

Beast That fucker will not give up, will he? I barely stopped myself from ripping Dan to pieces. But doing that would mean that I’m no better than the people working for HIM. I stay with Puppy, his nearness is the only thing that stops me from going back there and give into my inner monster. After all, I’m called Beast for a reason. Puppy seems to know exactly what I need because he takes me to the house and leaves me in the bedroom, getting next to me on the bed, snuggling his big head into my body.

The Beast clawed at my chest, shredding my starmetal shirt. "Burn!" I screamed. I unleashed a pulse of solar flare directly into its mouth. FWOOM. The fire went down its throat. The Beast didn't die. It swallowed. It drank the fire. Its stomach glowed orange for a second, then faded back to gray. It licked its lips. "MORE," a voice hissed from inside the beast. Not the Beast's voice. The voice of the Skeleton in the deep. The Beast clamped its jaws shut. My hands were inside.

The sight of it stirred something primal within me, a force so ancient and raw that it threatened to consume my very being. I could feel the beast clawing at the edges of my consciousness, its hunger for dominance growing stronger with each passing moment. The rage that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted like a volcano, fueled by the loss of my beta and the eerie silence that enveloped Camille. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I fought against the impending transformation. But it was a battle I knew I could not win. The Beast within me had tasted my rage, and now it demanded control.

For her, I would have to try. The Beast became a dark, somewhat sadistic, layer to my already domineering sexual appetite. I liked control, I liked giving it rough, and hard, if not a bit selfishly and brutally. I'd never hurt a woman, but more things than one could be at stake if my monster got it in our head to be rough with the light of our life.

The beast continues to growl and even takes a step back from me, but that doesn't stop me from moving closer to it. At the same moment the beast is ready to strike, my hand manages to touch it, causing a shock to run through my mind. An image of a man appears in my mind. He looks to be a little older than a teenager, with blue eyes, brown hair, and a semi-scrawny build of someone who has yet to build any muscle. The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow.

Fighting with Stephanie and now confessing her refusal to transform to her mother. Amelia didn’t sleep well that night. Images of her transforming and becoming a beast haunted her all evening. She knew that she definitely wouldn’t have her mind changed by anyone. She was adamant, she wasn’t going to become the same beast that bit her. A beast made straight from a horror movie. The look in his eyes was that of a wild animal, an aminal out of control of its blood lust. And she knew with all of her being that she would never become that. Ever.

’ ‘In that case I’m quite sure,’ he replied. Matty grinned. ‘Where is your spirit of adventure?’ ‘I left it behind in a steaming swamp. It needs a rest.’ ‘Fair enough.’ Then, looking at the crowded room, ‘Oh, good grief, this lot look as if they have taken root. I would better go and circulate. There’s nothing like a wheelchair to make people thoroughly uncomfortable, make them remember that they have to be somewhere else. And, if that doesn’t shift them, I’ll fall back on my pathetic relative from the basement act and dribble a little. I don’t think Mira can take much more of this.’

Shame fills me when I see the state that he is in because of me. My breathing starts to pick up as the thought of what I was about to do to Ajax before I regained control seeps in. I am scared. I am dangerous. ‘Belle, I am fine.’ Ajax insist when he notices that I was panicking. ‘No. Everything is not fine!’ I let out. My growl frightens Holly, making her fall to the ground when her knees buckles. ‘I…I am a monster. I can’t be here!’ ‘BELLE!’

I blew out a breath, trying to process everything he’d just told me, and everything I’d just seen, trying to reconcile the beast in front of me with the man who’d made me so blissfully happy, who’d held me in his arms all night both at the beach and in his bed. The beast — Lycan — in front of me took tentative steps forward, and I held firm even though every fiber of my being, every naturally ingrained survival instinct, was telling me to turn and run. He stopped just a foot away from me, looking down at me, looking at me the same way Wesley always did. But he wasn’t Wesley. He was a Lycan. An animal. A beast. A monster. “I—” I shook my head and took a step back, closing my eyes. “I can’t. I

Zadkiel stated, denying every possible way he could. “Then who are you? The way you’re denying it, it seems like you had some guess in your mind. You seem disappointed.” Abel narrowed his eyes on his best friend and stood before him to be more intimidating. “I don’t know. I always thought whatever I had inside me is some angry demon and can do harm to anyone but deep down I knew it wouldn’t because it is as scared to hurt anyone as I am. A werewolf is a wild creature. A werewolf kills with no remorse. I can’t be that worse.” Zadkiel shrugged. He was embarrassed the second those words left his mouth. He hoped for anything but not a werewolf but if he was being honest he was always scared deep