The Beast Must Die Novel Novels & Stories

They hurried toward the windows and shut them one after another, blocking out every trace of sunlight before quickly scrambling out of the room. They knew better than to leave the windows open around me. I was a beast condemned to live in darkness. A curse placed upon me by a powerful witch had taken away my ability to withstand sunlight. It was not merely an inconvenience. It had stripped me of the freedom to rule my own kingdom as I once had. A hundred years ago, my own Beta, Scott, betrayed me. He divided my kingdom into two factions and took half of it for himself. But betrayal was only the beginning of what he did to me, he killed my mate.

The passengers watched their driver stumble back to her seat, heard the gun clicking in her grasp. We’re all going to die, Peter realized. On the floor in front of him, he found his notebook. Grabbed it. Dragged it to his nose. It smelled of his bedroom, safety. I’m eighteen, he thought. I can’t die. It’s not possible. Liz fell into her seat, the gun landing in her lap. The Beast was in the mirror, divided into small parts among them all. They continued to watch. I’ve got to get out of here. Her hands found the steering wheel again. Vibrations.

Sage stopped him with a trembling voice and he moved his feet towards the bed, walking past Simon who wore a grim expression. Sage's eyes fell on the lifeless form of his mother and sister, his mind reeling in denial. He searched for any sign of life, but there was none. He reached out a hand to touch Lady Phoenix's cheek and with a shaky hand, he touched Simone's hand. They were both cold to the touch and the reality hit him. They were both dead, murdered. He could see the part where Lady Phoenix had been staked and the neck where Simone had been slaughtered. He didn't want to believe it at first and had hoped they were still somehow, alive, but that doesn't seem to be true. He felt suffoca

Henry called for his friend who seemed as if he had gone completely mad, it wasn’t the friend he knew, the thing he was seeing was but a mass of craziness and anger, evil and wildness as he kept on rupturing chunk after chunk of the God’s Body, Nov, who didn’t even knew what hit him screamed and resisted, even stabbed the beast several times but it was of no use, and soon, his screams died, but the beast didn’t let go, instead, he kept on biting off his flesh and then spit it away, uncaring of the fact that his enemy was already dead. “My love!” Nicholas whispered, his eyes not believing what he just saw, his brothers were all dead, their shredded bodies were everywhere around them, and them

Just a few minutes before, the figure was a feeble mage Tyr could easily destroy, but now he had been defeated in a physical confrontation. "Who or what are you?" He asked, inhaling deeply as he examined his injuries. But he seemed unconcerned about dying. Not because he wasn't terrified of dying; even the mighty Beast race, which solves everything through battle, is fearful of death. But he knew that even if he lost the battle, he would not die here. "I had no idea the beast race was so interested in other people's lives." Crux stated angrily as he stopped the bleeding on his hand.

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.

I'd gone to bed exhausted, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned about Kael's past and the people who'd died, but sleep brought no peace. Instead, I was thrust into memories that weren't my own—fragments of that terrible night bleeding through our bond. *Silver eyes blazing with uncontrolled rage. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams echoing off stone walls. The metallic taste of blood in the air. Children running, crying, falling...* *No, not children. Please, not the children.* *But the beast couldn't hear the reason. Could only kill, destroy, eliminate every threat it perceived and everything was a threat now. Everything had to die.*

SleepingBeast: I expect to take my last breath gasping, laying in a pool of my own blood because the FBI finally caught up with me. DeadGirlWalking: Suicide by cop? SleepingBeast: I prefer the term, “government sanctioned extermination.” DeadGirlWalking: Geez, and you call me dark. SleepingBeast: No… I call you prey. DeadGirlWalking: Holy shit. I just got goosebumps. So I guess that means we’re doing this? DeadGirlWalking: Beast? SleepingBeast: Go back to your non-life, D. Sweet dreams. DeadGirlWalking: Wait, are you coming for me or not? Because if you aren’t, I need to find another whacko.

His shyness scared people away… With a frown, his mind returned to poor Debbie. Good thing that child-molesting asshole was already dead or he'd kill him. He actually wished that the asshole was still alive so that he could torture the bastard and THEN kill him. Beast popped his neck and several of the prisoners under his care were unsure of what to make of the giant, scarred, guard that smirked one minute and scowled the next. One thing was for certain; the sight of him alone assured that none of them would be stepping out of line.

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.