The Beast Must Die Book Novels & Stories

Keeran might have thought yelling would break me, like all the powerful alphas before him thought control meant respect. The truth? You can’t break something already shattered. He didn’t know it yet and I'll die first before letting him know. I could act normal around him, I could be a scaredy pup around him but I would never ever let him see through me. That monster has no mercy. I lay there on the bed, arms crossed over my chest, staring up at the ceiling like it might answer the questions screaming in my head. “Are you gonna say something?” I whispered into the stillness, directing the words inward to my mourning wolf. We need to talk.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

Chapter 30: The Closing Gate The hell-beast fell with a sound like mountains breaking. Raven’s final command—*End it*—had woven through every thrall on the field. The risen fiends, the reanimated knights, the war-hounds that had once torn Valrosian throats—all turned as one. They swarmed the towering horror in a tide of violet light and black smoke. Claws met bone armor. Blades sank into molten veins. The beast roared once more, a sound that cracked stone and made the rift itself flicker—then it collapsed, knees buckling, wings folding like shattered sails. The last of its summoned spawn died with it.

Then he began to grow, and change, and transform, towering over us in a matter of seconds and I could feel my heart refuse to beat as he turned into a beast, one I had never seen before, his hands into literal claws and his once soft groans turned into growls, his sharp teeth mirrored only one thing- Death. I watched the scene unfold before me like a robot stuck on reboot, like I was watching a mere black and white flashback in a movie, as blood was spilled everywhere, some splashing on my clothes and face. I could hear the men's yells for mercy, as tears freely rolled down my face, glancing down at the sight of cigarette goon's head rolling down to my feet, a bare inch away, decapitated, an

’ Beast hissed, ‘ we are not dead. ‘ I know it’s hard to…accept. But it’s the truth. ’ I blurted. ‘ No, Striker. ’ He denied it. The unvoluntarily movement started once more. I was being carried away by Beast, to Goddess knows where. At this point, I didn’t even want to look at anything, but only feel what it was like for Beast to finally have what he craved all his miserable life with me. He was happy. I could feel it. It was the one good thing about being dead.

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.

said the human to the sacred beast. "Yes, it's okay. Even if we die here, I'm sure they will die too. I believe in life in this realm. I believe that the figure they fear will appear in our realm! Come on, let me die proudly and curse them, brother!" The two of them were ready to die, as were the other eight who were also just waiting for their deaths. They preferred death to being used by those disgusting creatures as slaves of death. "Come on!" "I curse you all to die a miserable death!" said the human and the sacred beast as they took their final steps. The man stabbed the beast's head with his sword, then the beast cut off the man's left hand.

The beast dropped principal Fred and faced Eddie. "Where's the book?". The beast asked, walking close to Eddie while Eddie thread his steps back. "I said where is the book!!". This time, the beast shouted with so much anger and it made Eddie fall. The beast flew up and was looking at Eddie beneath him. "I swear, I don't have the book. It was stolen before we got to the memorial park". Eddie shouted and the beast landed in front of him. Eddie was frightened, this time he moved back really quick.

Never did I ever think it would happen. ‘Do you want to try what you've read in books?’ Isis asked, as my heart raced crazily in my chest. “They're just books, Isis.” I whispered, with tears gathering at the corner of my eyes. That was it! I was going to die. The books always said the secret to the three-headed beast with different eyes was simple. You only had to pretend you weren't scared and scratch them behind their ears, but many failed due to their terrifying nature. The moment you ran, you were dead, as they wouldn't wait to consume you bone to pieces.

' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from. "Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude." I squinted my eyes, feeling the headache getting to me. Maybe it was not a good idea to read books now. I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand.