The Beast Must Die Novel Novels & Stories

“Out? There is no out. There is only deeper. You want power, Jude. Enough to crush them all. Enough to protect him. Enough to never kneel again.” Raymond’s voice bled in right after, ragged and trembling. Jude, please—don’t listen. Don’t let them— And then another voice crashed in, guttural and broken—Calix’s. “You think you beat me? I am still in you. The beast never dies. Let it out, let it tear, let it bleed. Do it, and you will be more than me.” My head throbbed. The arena tilted. Shadows writhed harder, slamming into the air, spearing up like they wanted to puncture the sky.

Too bad. Just too bad I couldn’t nurture the ones that held my life. Everything had an ending and that sucked. The black rose was still intact. I had specially kept it in a hidden place, placing it in an unbreakable flower pot. From where I stood, I could see the faded petals of the previous parts which had fallen from it before. It remained just one piece of rose. Once that faded, I died. I was a scar to humanity; a beast. I was ruthless and cruel; a vendetta to werewolf race. So, I deserved everything.

He would take the job as new Dean of Prestigious Law School. Andrew shook his head in pity. He could only imagine how his brother was going to react when he found out that The Beast was actually a young, tiny Asian woman. His face paled when his thoughts changed to how the professor would react to the news that she had been passed over for his brother. If he knew The Beast’s reputation, she was surely going to react strongly. He was right. The Beast was having an extremely bad day and it had only just begun. When news spread over campus, everyone steered clear of her path. However, an unfortunate few weren’t so lucky in their quest.

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.

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?

' Bea forces one of her eyes slightly open and the look in it says to me, 'I'd rather die than submit to you! So be it, I think to myself as I nod my head with her neck still in my mouth just before I clamp my jaw shut, mangling her neck. The snapping, shattering sound of her bones fills my ears as I force the guilt aside for taking another life. Her qwelled body hangs limp in my mouth for a few moments, partly because of what I've just done, but also because I want to make sure she is truly dead. Once satisfied this is the case, I open my mouth and let her neck fall from my clutches, her dead weight hits the floor with a thub. My eyes are fixed on the ground and my paws as I struggle to con

I paused when my fingers landed on the book I had been previously reading, the one the King had told me specifically to stay away from. Without much thought, I grabbed the book and turned to the chapter I had last stopped on, it was called soulmates to the beast. I read for what felt like hours about what the villagers thought about the beast and I found myself growing more and more afraid, the more and more I read. He had wiped out villages all around the castle in a rampage of anger, he killed thousands of people and left their bodies in the street and only stopped once the sun began to rise again and the sky became painted as red as the blood on his body.

Should not there be a buoy to keep the helicopter afloat? However, the increasingly loud alarm caused her to panic. She could not think properly. The thought of this helicopter exploding flashed in her mind. It was true that she had intended to avoid that damn contest, but not by going to heaven! "Oh, Jesus! If you save me now, I will consider becoming a nun!" Xander looked at her. "What? Are you serious? Then how about your stupid contest?" Crystal glared at him fiercely. "How could I think of a competition when I could potentially die—"

Aurora was unconscious while I was unable to move as my legs stuck in between two rocks. Kiara, Diego and you were stuck in the car. After struggling, Diego managed to get out. When he was about to help Kiara, she insisted on saving Xavier who was unconscious. After helping Xavier and putting him to safety, Diego went to help Kiara. But unexpectedly..." Xavier's dad trailed and consoled his wife who was sobbing. "The car exploded and both Bella's Dad and Mum died. After that we tried to search for Bella but she was gone. We are so sorry." Xavier's dad said finish and both had their heads down.

“And it smells… beautiful.” Kaerith’s teeth pressed together as her hands clenched into fists in her lap, forcing a trembling breath out. Even as Rhazien spoke, Kaerith felt something far worse watching from beyond the dark. She felt a pulse. A hunger. It wasn’t Rhazien. It was the other one—the one they called the Beast. His shadow stretched across the chamber as he stood, his armor creaking. “To the court,” he snapped. The Woundmaidens seized Kaerith’s chain and dragged her toward the door, through the twisting tunnels of Murnokh, past rusted gates and bone lanterns.