The Beast Jenika Snow Novels & Stories

He nipped my earlobe, and I gasped, "Lucas!" "You're mine now and forever . . . say it," he spoke in a rough raspy voice, and it was at that moment, I realized he had partially shifted into something that could only be described as beast man. His body was covered with fur and his face had morphed into that of a wolfman. "Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck. Yes! God! All yours! Do it!" "Come for me, Isobelle, come with me," he commanded. Lucas jerked his hips, and from my peripheral vision, I saw him rear his head back. He let out a loud howl that was part-human, part-wolf, and raw sex.

This reminds me of the scene back when I turned 18, but somehow this seems a lot more… gruesome. I hear it before I see it and manage to move out of the way of its large paw. “What the fuck is that?!” Kon cries out with wide eyes, but I had no fucking clue this time. The beast looks like a rottweiler but is as large as a fucking grizzly bear, and right now, it has its blood-red eyes trained on me. What the fuck is happening here? Where is Caterina? Movement out of the corner of my eye gets my attention, and I see Fenriz’s Lycan beast jump behind this massive dog and grab it in a chokehold.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

The air was chilling, but they went on and on while the skies darkened. The aural terrain was at once familiar to Jenna. When her kind was being hunted, she ended up running away from any human settlement, and since then, she has become adventurous on her way. Hours later, they continue moving up; they weren't tempted to stop; this was the fastest trail and a shortcut towards the devil's forest, yet she was never tired but weary with the burden of long-closed eyes; she could have easily pulled off to walk while asleep, but it was risky. However, when they reached the peak, both were speechless. Jenna stood atop the uneven, icy surface and lifted her arms in triumph. Grey clouds swirled aroun

"I... I want to duel with you." "Kian," Knox said, and I heard the other three snicker, like they knew exactly what would happen. Eros raised a brow as he clasped his hands behind him again, his smile darkening. Did he feel it too last night? Does he know that I am his mate? Did he feel it? Does he smell my real wolf and not this alpha scent I am masking my real scent with? "Who are you?" The instructor asked, and I turned to him.

it smirked. "Wh-who are you?" Jessica asked. Cordelia was frozen in her place, terrified of the beast that was standing before her. Jessica glanced back at her wolf and noticed it was bowing. "Look at me Jessica," the beast instructed, and she turned her head around to look into its eyes. "I am Sybil." "Sybil," Jessica repeated, her eyes trailing over every inch of the majestic creature. "But you're a Lycan. What are you doing here in my subconscious with me and my wolf?"

I choked, the words scraping from my throat as he lifted me, leaving me dangling, helpless in his grip. I twisted to look at him. Fenric stood in full beast form. Fur bristled along his frame, his eyes burning with a feral hunger that erased anything familiar. His mouth hung slightly open, breath hot and uneven, a faint glint of saliva catching at the edge of his teeth as he looked at me like I was something already claimed. “You’re mine now,” he growled. I shook my head hard. “No!” I screamed, kicking and thrashing, fighting for any chance to break free. “Help! Somebody—please!”

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

Getting to Angelo—and, he suspected, Maya—was what mattered now more than anything in the world. Fog slowed down his movements, rendering paranoia as every sound was sharpened. The absence of the dancing fog had worry rising, but all of that was wiped when his muscles ticked. He burst into half of his bear form, whirling to stop the attack launching his way. His claws stopped mid-air. “Jan?” Janella Hastings-Bennett was dressed in all black, blending into the night except for her blonde hair. Fangs were out in defense but retreated quickly when she noted his recognition.

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast