The Beast Katee Robert Novels & Stories

"It's okay. You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm your mate, and I know you will never hurt me. I just want to hold you. I've missed you Kendrick, please come to me" The beast sniffed loudly, drawing in more of her intoxicating scent. But that strange smell, the smell of the ocean made it growl in anger. It moved out of the darkness a little, intrigued by the young woman who didn't seem to be afraid of it. The beast didn't know why, but it felt its anger and rage fading off as it stared at the young woman with bright purple hair and silver eyes.

Katrina won't feel like she's catastrophic. "Katrina," Beckett yells authoritatively, "Take charge of your body." For the first time tonight, I see a glimmer of hope. I watch as Katrina's skin flashes from a deep red to a milky white. That's my girl. She's battling the beast within; She's fighting for her spot as the commander of her body. "That's it, little girl." Beckett praises.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

"What are you trying to do?" "What can I do?" Clayton shrugged. "I'm just a lowly beastkin." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he lunged at Salem. Terrified, Salem instantly shifted into his beast form. The black wolfhound instinctively lunged at Clayton, its sharp teeth sinking viciously into his arm. Clayton was knocked into the coffee table, shattering it with a sharp crack as glass shards scattered across the floor. Salem was stunned. He wasn't expecting Clayton's move to be a feint.

I asked for something safe—pasta with roasted vegetables—while Damon ordered steak and wine like he came here often. As the waiter walked away, he leaned his elbows on the table and said, “So, Elena… what’s your story?” “Oh, you know,” I replied, trying to sound casual, “just a perfectly normal girl who nearly got run over by a truck, only to be saved by a man whose dog has a sixth sense for tragedy. Totally standard stuff.” He laughed, a deep, rich sound that made my heart weirdly ache. “Okay, fair. But what else? What do you do? What brings you to that part of town walking like a ghost?”

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

It was an obvious choice, top of the bestseller list, and she tried not to fool herself into believing he’d picked it out himself. And, as winter retreated and the first daffodils began to appear, Catherine’s calls had the added comfort of reassuring her that he was safe in the terrifying country that seemed to have swallowed him up so completely he might have disappeared off the face of the earth. It was nearly Easter when, sitting glued to the early-evening news, watching pictures of riots, the reports of civil unrest that seemed worse with every

She watched as they widened their eyes at her in response as though they were thinking deeply about what she had said. She watched as a bright grim came over their features. “Well that settles it. We are having a twilight marathon and you can finally help us to settle the debate Between Edward and Jacob. But where are we going to have this? My mum is home and she always gets upset when we do it there”. She heard Becky say. The other girls groaned as well. “We can just have it at the Alpha's place. I Mean the girls are with Trent for a while so it is just us.” She said to them and she watched as they widened their eyes at her in shock. It was as though they were just realizing that she was th

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

I stared dead ahead, ignoring Claw's comment. "Sheesh . . . the guys said you were antisocial, but I didn't realize you were a deaf-mute," he continued to ramble on. "Shut your yappin', we've got company," I gruffed, witnessing two tall figures step out from between the shipment containers. We ventured into the downpour, getting soaked to our skin within seconds. "We're here to see a guy named Beast," a haggard-looking wolf shifter yelled, grimacing through the rain.