The Beast Katee Robert Novels & Stories

"Right. Your nose. Of course. Silly me for asking the giant wolf-man for directions." Just then, a tiny, harmless black cockroach crawled out from under a rotten piece of bark right next to Kate's boot. "Ahhh! Oh my god!" Kate shrieked at the top of her lungs, jumping three feet into the air. She scrambled away, her arms flailing wildly as she practically threw herself over the log to get away from the tiny bug. "Get it away! Kill it! It's massive!" Damon didn't even look up from the pocket knife he was using to scrape a stick naked. He just let out a low chuckle. "Kate, we just blew up a multi-billion dollar military facility filled with crazy shits, and you are losing your mind over a beet

I chewed my lip, shifting uncomfortably in his lap “They didn’t really do anything to you and… Well, I know that now is a crucial moment in Alpha Kaia’s choice of who will be her heir. I don’t want the fact that you’re helping me… Well, get revenge on them… to hurt you in any way…” He suddenly shifted our positions until I was facing him, his dark eyes almost completely focused on me. With the hand that wasn't around my waist, he held my chin, preventing me from paying attention to anything else but him. “Do you really think I’ve changed that much since we met?” A small smile appeared on his face, not happy or friendly, just dangerous. “My silly little wife…” he murmured, his thumb brushing

Blood welled up, dark and vibrant against his skin. Kieran carefully picked up a small bone fragment from the bier – a phalanx, easily handled. He placed it on a flat stone near the head of the bier. “The incantation,” Kieran murmured, glancing at a yellowed page from his scroll. He began to chant in a language Damien didn’t recognize, ancient and resonant. As he spoke, the air in the chamber grew colder still, the shadows seeming to deepen and writhe at the edges of the lantern light. Damien held his bleeding hand over the bone fragment, letting a few drops fall onto it.

Energy pulsed and wavered into the space between us. “I will find your sister and see if she is worth saving,” I let him know. Beckham convulsed and then suddenly went still. The darkness retreated dragging with it a phantom of dim dark shapeless light, as it returned to my feet and deposited it there, immobile. I turned to Wyatt, “The first installment of our vow,” I said. The Beast growled in approval from within the confines of Wyatt’s body, his skin bristled as he pushed back with the urge to shift.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

Ferris Kingston spoke mercilessly as he threw a disgusted look at her who stood there shocked. He neared to her face and looked at her venomously, “You are nothing to me from this moment. I won’t kill you as you are already dead to me. But I ever saw your face again in my country I will kill you in worst possible way!” Nearing to her face he took her lower in between his sharp teeth and bit them mercilessly causing a ear piercing scream to escape her mouth. She cried helplessly as he continued to torture her for next to two hours till her body couldn’t take it anymore and blacked out saving her from the beast of man, Ferris Kingston....

DON'T FORGOT TO COMMENT GUYS. ignore In Kate's favour Kate nodded in their direction. "Mam, our professional will be there in a few days and they will see the other work." following a week FROM KATE The following week was worse than any of my other days; I felt as though nothing in my life was improving but rather only getting worse. First, I was anxious about Max finding out that I had given my virginity to a stranger, and then I started having dreams about a man with deep green eyes and that deep voice "David WASTLE," which kept me awake at night. All perplexed, but the worst thing is that Max this week tried to kiss me for the first time, which may have been my fantasy coming true as well

“Ha ha, obviously.” “But want me to tell you something?” Bastien crawled across the bed toward Kate, kissing her nose. “When I got close to dance with you and you looked at me with anger, it made me very happy. My woman is a beast if not with me, and that makes me very happy, Kitty.” Kate looked at him and kissed his lips. “Do you believe me now?” he whispered. “Yes, love. I’ll never doubt you. You’re my beast, only mine.” Kate kissed his lips.

That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read. After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room. She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?” “You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”

Jack holds Darrell tight and starts chanting some words. "Go, go, please," Catherine said to Jack as she faces the beast squarely. "No..oo," little Darrell screams. Catherine took a high jump and landed on the back of the beast, she stabs the beast with the sword and the beast grunts in pain, wiggled his body and Catherine fell on the ground, she felt weak and confused as the beast smiles evilly at her, with the thought of devouring her.