The Beast Must Die Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She should have been smarter.” I spun, rage surging so violently I nearly swung at him. My hands shook. My vision blurred red around the edges. “You killed her,” I spat. Damon tilted his head. “The beast killed her. You chose to push her.” My breath shattered. “I saved her.” He smiled slowly. “From your death, perhaps. But not hers.” My stomach twisted with nausea. Kaden slammed the beast into the wall again, golden fur streaked with blood. Kael lunged at its throat, ripping shadow apart. The stranger tore through its spine. Darius drove his blade into its center.

she gasped. The largest wolf stepped forward. Its jaws opened. And then the pain inside her chest exploded. Not the dull ache from before. This was different. This was fire. It tore through her veins, burning under her skin, flooding her body with heat so intense she screamed. The rogues hesitated. Elara collapsed onto her side, her fingers digging into the dirt as her body began to shake violently. “What’s happening ?” she cried. Her bones cracked. The sound was loud. Sharp.

“Just like that?” Arthur and the others had a hard time believing that the beast that had been so much of a threat to them had been killed so easily. It couldn’t even put up a fight. There were no cheers. There was no applause, for the way the beast died was too unbelievable for anyone to understand. Yet the one who killed it turned around like nothing happened and said to his nonplussed colleagues. “Man I need some clothes.”

Alex said, though the words felt hollow. Deep down, he knew this was for himself. He grabbed a jagged piece of metal from the debris—a shard from a hunter's broken spear—and drove it into the beast’s heart. The creature let out one final, haunting roar that echoed through the night before it went still. Silence fell over the square again, broken only by Alex’s ragged breathing. He stared at the beast’s lifeless body, a surge of pride washing over him. He had done it. He had killed the beast, the very thing that no one else—not even Derek—could defeat.

If I died today, I wanted her to remember me as her brave Mom. The beast’s growl turned louder. I pushed Penny in the right direction and urged her to run as fast as her feet could take her. She nodded and began running. I watched her with my blurred vision. I silently prayed with the moon Goddess to guide my child to safety. My ears perked up at the rumbling noise coming from behind. I swallowed down my surging anxiety and turned around to face my death. The beast was already watching me. His sharp long canines reflected the moonlight. He was beastly. So colossal that I had to crane my neck to look at him. My face turned white as sheet. He was gaining on me. I will never forget this ghastly

The beast replied. "I don't understand. What really happened?" I asked. "Enough! Enough of the foolish questions! This is when you die! I'll make sure to remove the unknown from his position!" The beast said and leaped forward to kill me. I don't know how it happened but total darkness occurred and I couldn't see a thing. No, I didn't faint and no, I wasn't dead. I was still standing here amazed at what had happen right before my eyes. I heard a loud thud and a voice that seemed to have belonged to the beast, shouted as if in great pain.

’ Beast hissed, ‘ we are not dead. ‘ I know it’s hard to…accept. But it’s the truth. ’ I blurted. ‘ No, Striker. ’ He denied it. The unvoluntarily movement started once more. I was being carried away by Beast, to Goddess knows where. At this point, I didn’t even want to look at anything, but only feel what it was like for Beast to finally have what he craved all his miserable life with me. He was happy. I could feel it. It was the one good thing about being dead.

Aurelia accepted death as part of their mission, should she die it would be without regrets. The beast closed in on them, and a few feet separated the two from their adversaries. Aurelia looked over at Zinjo, who nodded. She threw the stink bomb at the dual-horned threat, and it shattered all over its face. The long scaly body thrashed and writhed desperately to get away from the smell. The other clawed at the air against airborne scent.

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

I smelled her fucking arousal. My beast and I were mad as hell, someone was going to die today, and the person who touched her would be more than dead. He would wish he was dead before I got my hands on him. My beast wanted full control, so he could punish them as he liked. It took all my energy to reel in my beast and get a grip on him. A mass grave in school was the last thing I wanted, but I agreed with him that someone needed to die tonight. I would kill them all.