The Beast Must Die Novel Novels & Stories

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

If I die here, at least it is trying to save my friend from himself. If he kills me at least he would first of all devour me and that will give innocent victims a chance to get away. He would spend a lot of time eating me, and logically that would reduce the amount of people he would attack. If he regains his consciousness, he would not hate himself for killing too many people The beast launches forward, moving faster than my eyes can track. I brace myself for the impact, for the pain that will follow. But it never comes. At a point I think I am dead already, but I died out of shock not his impact on me

The beast vanished from the sky without a final scream, its demise sudden and gruesome. The sight left everyone stunned and bewildered. The remaining beast roared in fury, its blood-red eyes blazing with rage and emitting a palpable aura of terror. Crimson light pulsed from its massive claws, spreading an ominous glow. The beast's deafening cries filled the air. Alarmed, Adrian muttered, "Damn it! It's going for mutual destruction!" The beast was preparing to self-destruct—unleashing its full power would annihilate the entire small world.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

Like someone was controlling him from the inside. A monster. The Beast. “Fa-biano.” I choked out, feeling my grip loosen at his arm. “S-stop.” I panicked; totally convinced that I was going to die like this. My eyes started to droop. Just when I thought I was going to die, his hand was off my neck and I was shoved back. Tears dipped down my cheeks, I cried out when my back hit the floor, making me arch as the pain hit me. Coughs hit me, they shook my body as tried to draw large gulps of air into my burning lungs, trying to extinguish the fire that had spread through them because of the lack of oxygen.

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.

Perhaps she had cried out to the animal in a terrible bout of insanity, or maybe… just maybe, the wolf was attempting to escape the mortal body that had failed her so early in life. For whatever reason, Gerfast did not give a damn. Her life of opulence, ruthlessness and cruelty had been reduced to nothing but a cadaver in a mortician’s shop for the lowly. “Death don’t discriminate… no, it don’t,” he muttered while reaching into his chest pocket for a kerchief. A sheen of perspiration surfaced on his forehead despite the lowering of temperatures. “Come nightfall and them body collectors do their rounds, you’ll be with the same people you loathed.”

The beast shook them both away with another roar. Aiden's side ached as he struck the ground hard. As he strained to stand, he saw the beast stumble and spill blood from its neck and eyeballs. Damon was standing over it, panting. "Is it dead?" With a raspy voice, Aiden asks. Before Damon could respond, the beast was sucked into the abyss and the ground underneath it exploded. The air was suddenly filled with a low, repetitive pulse that sounded as though it were coming directly from the ground.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

"Surrender and—" "And what?" the Beast cackled. He hadn't moved from the alley, still leaning on the wall, pain contorting his features. It seemed it was becoming more difficult to hide it. "You'll throw me in prison? Banish me to some wasteland? Ha! Ridiculous." "It beats dying," noted Cari, voice dark but wry. Connor smiled deliriously. "I'd rather die proudly than live in shame."