The Beast Katee Robert Novels & Stories

She was there, and she had vengeance on her mind. Robert was cowering in the corner crying. His face was still scared and disfigured, his hair had not been cut in way to long, his weight was down to nothing, and he was begging for his life. Becky was already pissed off, but when Robert cried to her and he said, "please don't kill me, I have a wife and daughter. They need me," Becky went full ass beast mode. She shrieked at the top of her lungs and her eyes began to glow so red that it actually hurt to look into them. It was as if her very soul was on fire and she couldn't be stopped. Not even by herself.

They'd killed her and made this thing from what they stole, and now it was trying to— ‘We need to fight it,’ Kya said urgently. ‘Now!’ My shadows erupted lashing out at the creature. The Beast roared—a sound that made my bones vibrate—and charged. "SELENE, MOVE!" Damon's warning came too late. The Beast was too fast. But Rex was faster. The massive black wolf slammed into the Beast's side, jaws snapping at shadow-flesh. For a second, I thought it might actually work. Then the Beast backhanded Rex like he weighed nothing.

I and Catty walk closer and try seeing the face. Catty gasps for air after running. ‘’Are you mad! Principal Rose was about to talk to the hall!’’ I shout. She pushes me aside and rubs her tears. ‘’They must’ve captured a dead Beast! I have to cast a spell and make it disappear before they all see it! Izzy will be scared seeing beasts as well!’’ Catty was scaring me with her behaviour! She was acting weird! She was not herself! I hold her shoulders and she looks at me.

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.

Her eyes flick to the tray of food I still haven’t touched. “It might be your last meal,” she says, flat. Unblinking. She looks drained. Like her soul’s been scraped clean. “You can never really know what Zeke wants,” she mutters. “He’s one of the real monsters. What he did today was nothing.” The food still smells good. My stomach growls loud enough to echo. I feel the hunger deep in my bones I pick up a fork. Take a bite. It’s not hot anymore, but it tastes like survival. The second bite is even better. I don’t stop.

So if there was one thing Scott Hamilton had in abundance, it was confidence… and that loudmouthed, disheveled woman had crushed it in a matter of seconds. "When it comes to Alexia Hartley, I have two problems," he told his dog that evening, throwing a ball across the garden of his mansion. Needless to say, no one understood him better than Beast. "I like her. I like her so much I want to rip her panties off, spank her twenty-three times, and screw her senseless wherever I find her—elevator, desk, doesn't matter. Is that weird?" The dog tilted his head and panted. "And the second problem is—she has no intention of letting me do any of that. Which means I hate her. She's cocky, sharp-tongued…

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

They bore a striking resemblance: the same unruly blonde hair, the same blue almond-shaped eyes, and of course, the same level of dry sarcasm. “Your mother is a doctor, isn’t she?” I figured she was because he and Dr. Rayne were too freakishly alike for it to be a coincidence. “She is,” he replied with a boyish smirk. “Don’t go telling her tales about me.” “I wouldn’t do anything of the sort. I’m Isobelle, by the way,” I played along, my smile faltering because Peter’s threat had shaken me. “What brings you here?” I asked, not that it mattered because I was so bloody grateful to have some company at a time like this.

The people inside did not get relax as they stared at Kate eyes and the strange looking monsters in her feet while blood tainted both of her fair and white hands with widened eyes. Fear got up to their throat as they could not make any sound anymore, not like the previous muffling sound a while ago. Kate tilted her head as she smiled at the people whom she confirmed the survivors of the incident. The dark eyes earlier that had a little bit of star similar to Gabriel eyes was now all black, even the white part of her eyes was black. ‘Beeep-----Host Kate---was occupied---by foreign---spir---beep!’ Data Crashes! ‘Beeep----‘

My heart fucking stopped for a beat. My bitch stepmother pressed a knife against Rosita's delicate throat, the sharp edge of the blade digging into her skin. She stared directly into the camera, and an evil laugh escaped her lips. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I cursed, the sound ripped from my belly, seeing the love of my life like that, my blood iced.