The Beast Must Die Novel Novels & Stories

As we walked to perform what we had recently rehearsed, I felt my heart pound rapidly. Suddenly, the premonition of what happened, flashed violently into my head. The killings of 300 people in total. I knew it was indeed survival of the fittest. I looked around, with my chin held up high in pride. Good thing we weren’t given any rules in this round of dance for the beast. Cause I had plans of my own. I needed a change. “I have to attract the beast at all costs,” -------

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.

He picked up Derik and pinned him against the wall as if he weighed nothing, then clutched his neck and stared directly at him, growling. His beastly hands were huge and rough around Derik’s neck. His claws dug into his flesh. It drew blood. Then came another loud gunshot that echoed off the room. Blood spilled from T-Murek’s back. The Beast roared angrily and turned to see who fired at him. He found Kevin holding William’s revolver, and looking through the sight to aim at him. His fingers were getting ready to fire at him again. T-Murek quickly threw Derik in his direction. They both fell backward, and T-Murek fled, escaping through the window. His blood stained the window frame. Natasha wh

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

At this point, Oceana was already tired from running and had made up her mind that she was gonna die. ' good bye mummy ' she said in between her breath as the beast made it mighty intimidating steps towards her. The beast got to her and only it's breath was able to burn Oceana's cloth. "Ple...ase don't... Kill me" she begged. The beast grunted and took hold of her neck burying his fingers and making blood trail down her neck. Just as the beast was about to eat off her head, a bright blinding light shone. ~~~~~~~

THE BEAST I MARRIED. Chapter 54 Kai’s pov. I pulled her roughly by the hair and flung her in for a doggy. I dug my hand roughly into her hips and she yelped out in pain, “Oh fuck! Kai, please stay away from me” she pleaded and a devilish grin appeared on my lips, how better would it be to have Rex watch his woman suffers in my hands? All this wouldn't have happened if my dad didn't die, death is the cause of all this, but that shouldn't give that bastard of a man, the right to hurt my mum that much, and for that, I will not spare Rex.

A massive, black beast towers over him, its blazing red eyes burning like embers. It grips Ansel’s throat, claws flexing against his skin. “This… this isn’t possible,” Ansel croaks, face draining of color. The beast snarls—a deep, resonant sound that seems to shake the very air around us. “You touched her.” The words drip with fury. A death sentence. The first splatter of rain hits my face, cool against my fevered skin. The sky above darkens, thunder rumbling in the distance. “No,” Ansel gasps, writhing in the beast’s grip. His face is turning an ugly shade of purple. “You’re dead.”

“Your mother and Luzia weren’t there. Thank God. But it’s bad. It’s... it’s really fucking bad.” No. No, no, no, no. That doesn’t make sense. Dominic Russell doesn’t die like that. Not him. Not the man who ruled the five families with an iron fist and a wineglass. Not the bastard who made grown men cower just by walking into a room. He doesn’t go out from poison. He goes out in flames, in gunfire, in a storm of bullets and broken bones. Not from a woman’s whisper and a tipped bottle of wine. Not like this.

"So, it really was a fake death." Victoria trembled all over but could not come up with any explanation for a long time. She could only sit there, weeping openly. The three beastmen had pieced together what happened, and their expressions were terrifyingly dark. "Victoria Songworth, how do you plan to explain this?" All those present were staring at Victoria with disbelief. I slowly turned my gaze to Victoria. Honestly, I was quite curious to see what kind of act she would put up this time.

He turned and closed his jaws around the spear shaft and snapped it and then he killed the wolf holding it with a single strike of his front paw that left claw marks in the stone beneath. The outer yard was blood and noise and movement in every direction. I stood at the eastern stairwell entrance and pressed my hand against the stone wall and felt the fortress shaking beneath my palm and the twins moving inside me with a restlessness that matched the chaos outside. The Mark on my forearm was burning. Not painful but present. Like a fire that knew what was happening around it and was