The Beast's Possession Novels & Stories

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes. "Beastman. That's what you call the people who had an ancient spirit beast's blood. Hansel and Hannah attracted a lot of spirit beasts when they were hurt. Spirit beasts desired the blood of an ancient spirit beast because it will make them stronger. They are two blood fighting inside Hannah and Hansel's body. One is the blood of a human and the other is the blood of an..." Soheila took down the book and gulped. "...ancient spirit beast." The bathroom suddenly opened and Soheila saw Theodore coming out wearing a thick black shirt and black pants. Theodore was wiping his wet hair using a towel as he walked towards Soheila and sat beside

He was wondering if Alpha Lachlan got him fully controlled. Just when Theo was about to resume torturing Maridelle, Beast blocked his way. The moment Beast did it, Theo moved back, eyes wide open. “Wh-what are you doing?” Fear is enveloping his voice. Beast growled at them. His wolf went wild with eyes glaring hinting that he is ready to shred them into pieces if they hurt her again.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

I don’t care about his side after all. I fixed my messy hair and glanced at myself for a moment. Joggers fit neatly at the ankle, paired with a loose, sleeveless top and an open hoodie. I think I look fine, aside from my clothes being sweaty… there’s really no problem. Besides, Papa knows I have my training today, so he expects me to look like this. As I approached the east study, I started hearing voices I wasn’t familiar with. I could also hear my father’s occasional laughter. This is the first time I’ve heard him like this. It’s as if he is really interested in the people he’s talking to. This is so new.

Minutes ticked by, pregnant with tension, until Tristan finally spoke. His voice was low, commanding, and laced with a possessive undertone. “You must grasp that you’re mine now, Fiona. Your sole purpose is to care for my needs whenever I desire.” Fear held my tongue as I contemplated the ominous implications of his words. The room fell into a silence, leaving me trapped in a chilling uncertainty. Though fear clutched at my heart, I found myself unable to break eye contact. It was as if Tristan wielded some mysterious power over me, compelling me to meet his gaze and please him in a way that words couldn’t convey.

"Beneath me... mine to take... mine to claim..." "And I love the way you look at me, above me.... to take me.... to claim me again and again, like a lion waiting for his prey after being hungry for years." Ste whispered after pulling him closer by his neck. Arthur's eyes darkened at her words, his possessive instincts warring with his desire. Her words only served to fuel his need for her, the primal part of him wanting to claim her in the most primal way possible. His body pressed against hers, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive hunger. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low, rough growl. "I will claim you... mark you... make you mine... over and over again."

she replied with a husky tone, kissing him again on the chest, clearly not understanding what he was trying to tell her. ~See, she wants us and she is ours~ the beast told him with obvious satisfaction. Like a dry twig, what control James had snapped, and the beast took over. James growled with lust and an animalistic sense of possession to mark what was his. He bent down and sunk his sharpened teeth into the flesh of her shoulder. Lily cried out with her second climax and to his surprise returned the bite but on his chest. He grunted and bit down harder on her shoulder as he reached for his own.

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.

My heart sank, a wave of guilt and terror crashing over me. At that moment, something inside me snapped. I could feel my body trembling, a surge of uncontrollable energy coursing through my veins. My emotions boiled over, and my mind went blank. “The O-Omega!” someone from the crowd shouted, panic lacing their voice. The world around me faded as my body began to transform. I couldn’t stop it. My wolf took over, fierce and instinctive, completely out of control. Without thinking, I pounced toward Cassandra with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed. My claws sank into the ground as I landed on top of her, pinning her beneath me.