The Beast Must Die Book Novels & Stories

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.

Even if we crash, I wouldn’t die. I can’t die. The wolves of the king’s bloodline are pretty much immortal. The only thing that can kill an alpha king is getting his heart removed. Just like an Undead. Maybe that’s why the Beast unnerves me so much. She’s as much of an immortal as I am and I don’t like it. Her power might threaten mine in the future. She already has a small army of those… Deads.

I turned off the safety of my gun, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Silvia turned to me, her hazel eyes filled with concern. "You okay, boss?" She reached out, her slim fingers brushing against my right cheek, wiping away a smear of blood. "We need to get out of here. Now. Everyone in the intelligence team is dead, and so is the security team. It's just the two of us against the world." "What do you suggest I do?" I questioned. Her eyes burned with a violent loyalty. "You…you need to unleash the beast, boss, the killing machine I admire, and get us out of this mess."

He stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and anger. “It’s over,” I said, my voice steady. “Yield, or face the consequences.” The Beast glared at me, his chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, it seemed like he might surrender. But then, with a roar of defiance, he lunged at me one last time. I was ready. With a swift, decisive strike, I brought him down, ending the fight once and for all. The Beast fell to the ground, defeated. The crowd erupted in cheers, their fear replaced by relief and admiration. I stood over the fallen Beast, my chest heaving, my mind racing with thoughts of the conspiracy that had led to that moment.

The beast's eyes glittered in the split second it took for our gazes to lock before the fur snapped back around his pale skin and he bounded towards me, the slap of his footfalls on the cave’s stone floor loud enough that it froze me in place. “Get away from me! No! I am not going back there! Mmph!” I screamed wildly, pumping my legs as hot hands encircled my midriff and lifted me from the floor. This was it, this was the day Nola Reynolds would die.

I flicked through the pages until I reached the centerfold, witnessing before and after pictures, and a huge mugshot of me in my graduation gown. “The animal biologist who traveled to study a rare species of wolf, has taken four werewolf brothers as her lovers,” claimed Peter Munroe. The university professor hasn’t been seen in several months and is presumed dead by his colleagues. He always knew there would be a risk of exposing the secret state of Whitehaven, and he explained as much in his tapes. “If you’re listening to this recording, that means I’m dead. The contents of my journal contain everything you need to learn about Whitehaven, the secret state that our government agreed to keep

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

I forced myself to sit upright and turn to face it. The Huge figure in front of me was so terrifying that I quickly tried to move away from it but its loud growl that slightly shook the ground made me halt my movements. "I want to liv..e," I whispered in a husky cracked voice. When the beast leaned in I quickly shut my eyes. This was it, my death. It was going to cut me into pieces or slit me open. Its warm breath brushed against my cold skin making me shiver in response. I couldn't see but I had an idea what it wanted. It wanted me dead.

They were obviously lying and I had nothing to do with it. When I was contemplating on a way to sound them out, I heard a finger snapping before the fire was instantly accelerated around them. Their figures now were engulfed in the flame, and their screams became harsher. I was astonished to look at Mr. Drakos while he raised his brow and reminded coldly, both to me and to the wolves, “I have very little patience.” “It’s Beta Dean!” The wolf hastily blurted out, “Beta Dean told us to kill the slave girl Alpha Xavier bought from the auction, and he signaled us at the table.”