The Beast Must Die Novel Novels & Stories

His chiseled features were borderline cruel, but his eyes…there was something familiar about his steely gray eyes. I was struck with a mix of emotions but fear surprisingly wasn't among them. I knew that I was going to die at the hands of The Beast, but yet I welcomed it. For reasons that I can't explain, my life suddenly felt meaningless. The Beast roared, “Offering accepted,” before his clawed finger slashed my bindings. The Beast was a huge winged creature with horns and piercing red eyes. He was the devil and we all knew the price if we crossed him. My life would spare humanity until he came to collect again. Before everything went black, all I remember was touching his face with my hand

The beast slammed into a massive pine tree with a sickening crunch of bones, dying before it hit the ground. The rogue on Elena's chest tried to scramble off her, terrified, but the black monster was faster. A jaw lined with dagger-like teeth clamped around the rogue’s throat. With one brutal twist of its massive neck, the giant snapped the rogue's spine like a dry twig and tossed the lifeless body aside. The final remaining rogue didn't even try to fight. It dropped its tail between its legs, let out a pathetic whine, and bolted back into the shadows of the fog.

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.

The beast was almost upon me. Desperate, I scrambled to my feet, but it was too late. A massive paw slammed into my back, throwing me to the ground again. I cried out and the beast pinned me down. I tried to move, to fight, but I was trapped. “No!” I screamed, clawing at the ground as I tried to pull away, but the beast leaned closer. "Please, stop! Someone...help!" My voice echoed, desperate, but there was no one to hear me. I couldn’t escape. He would kill me. I was going to die.

the lieutenant said hee threw a smoke bomb on the floor a wall of black smoke exploded, hiding Rihanna christopher swung his sword blindly in the fog. On the black glass throne, the Beast leaned forward his huge armored body creaked his red silver eyes stared at Sarah in Damian’s arms, a deep, scary laugh came from his shadowy face. It vibrated inside everyone’s head. "You think you saved her, young Alpha?" the Beast rumbled. "You think fire and steel can stop what’s already written?" Damian stood, holding Sarah tight. "Keep talking, monster! We’re leaving and this place will burn!" The Beast didn’t get up he raised his big iron hand with glowing purple runes and pointed 2 fingers at Sarah’s

He was happy, but the terrifying growl and howl of Anastacia’s beast signaled death. In a blink of an eye, nearly all the men with guns were slashed by her claws. The ones in wolf form fought back, but she killed each of them, one after another. Anastagio’s wolf tried getting up running, but his broken leg made him slower than his sister. “Stop it!” He screamed to the beast through the link, but a menacing laugh was its only reply. The beast stopped in front of him, and in one move, his wolf bit her neck as her clawed hand went through his chest and held his heart inside. The pain made his wolf bite harder and claw Anastacia’s wolf on the belly.

His senses as a Beast were heightened and it was dizzying, making it difficult to get his bearings. Yet, still he charged it, running like a mad man, his fur all bristling, his mouth agape, saliva drooling down his chin and chest. Tamsin knew, even if the Beast did not, that he was hopelessly mismatched. The Dain had killed every soldier his father King Oberon had set against it. Tore them apart like child’s playthings. Tamsin felt trapped inside himself, waiting for the pain. Waiting for inevitable death. He leapt upwards, claws hissing through the air as he crashed into the Dain. He tore at the monster, biting into the ragged strips of rotten flesh, crunching down on brittle bone. But the

Valerie I didn’t want to die. Though I did want to reunite with my family, I didn’t want to die like that. I couldn’t die at this point, when I was getting closer to the truth behind the war and my parents’ death, when I had new clues to the mystery behind myself. How could I die just now? I did my utmost to raise my arm and grabbed the coarse hand cupping on my throat. When the werewolf was distracted by it, I gathered all my strength to lift my foot and kick hard on his shin.

A hollow feeling came over me. “Calvin’s dead?” “Don’t worry. He won’t be forcing his attentions on you any more. That will be me.” I tried to reach Bethany in vain. Whatever had knocked me out must have been strong, never mind the recent trauma. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He held up, of all things, a copy of the Werewolf Times. It had made the front page. ‘Psycho Alpha dies in nightclub fire.’ “You torched your own building?”

She says, breathing shallowly. “I’m not running or hiding.” I say as I get up. I decided that she will die another painful death before she is done with. I grab a torch that was lit off the wall and head towards her again. I looked towards her abdomen again. Her eggs are on the verge of coming out of her, ready to hatch and eat these prisoners. Good riddance! “My death will not bring you peace!” She says. “No but it’s a start.” I throw down the torch, burning her alive. I turned and headed towards the exit as her screams of pain echoed beautifully in my ears.