The Beast's Possession Novels & Stories

He whispers, planting a kiss on my hair, and burying his face in them after, snapping me from my icy state. But now I think I am dreaming! This ought to be a dream, really! An invalid dream for that matter, because Ajay a.k.a the vicious monster can never behave this way! Never! Not now and not even in the afterlife. I would love nothing more than to push his giant unnerving body from me and leave this place, but given the way he is possessing me, any attempt will only be a waste of energy! He is nearly hanging tight on me, as if all his life is banked on me. Hell, how bizarre can this ever get? I mean, this is me, and this is Ajay? like this?

I feel a freezing wind whip through our fur, as more thunder sounds the arrival of the storm we have been anticipating for days. I can hear snorts and grunts from the pair near me, but I can’t lose focus. These rogues are here to kill us, get us out of the way for whoever they want to put into place. We are rolling, snapping, and clawing. I have slashed at this wolf’s side several times, and she’s bleeding profusely, but doesn’t notice or feel it. I hesitate for a moment. They don’t know what they are doing! This possession is so strong , they have no self-preservation. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

"W-What?" "Take my advice...A beast will always be a beast. What he has for you isn't love...but simply a dangerous obsession. One wrong move and you --and everyone around you--- may just become his prey." "Beeeep!" And just like that, the line went dead and the phone slipped through my fingers.

(The conversation between the beast and their human form is talking with one's subconscious. Beast can not talk in human form when they take over the body) "Why does this have to happen to me?" She said loudly as she began to run into the forest. She took off and threw away her heels as she cursed her mate,

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.

"Blood resonance? We’re talking about a man turning into a predator, not a chemical reaction. You’re telling us you found a manual for how to control a monster?" "It’s not just a manual," Obi corrected, his eyes finding mine. "It says that the 'frenzy'—the state you enter when the new moon hits—is fueled by the lack of an anchor. If the beast has no tether to humanity, it consumes everything in its path until there is nothing left. But if there is a... a specific signature present, the beast can be pulled back."

Leave me, it will be better. - No! - Tristan reached out to the girl, but she recoiled from his hand. The sky began to darken. Tantario jumped up and looked around tensely. He felt the approach of the beast - the one who took possession of the body of his beloved, and now intends to devour her soul. The wind increased, howling over the rock. The girl got up and walked away. The darkness thickened in front of her, turning into a huge, terrible creature, whose body was covered with slimy black and scarlet scales. Flapping its holey wings, the beast waited for the girl to climb onto its back. Ira pressed herself against the disgusting neck. Tristan watched in horror as the oily liquid swallowed

Warning: R18+ CHAPTER 36: DISTURBING FACTS " Hmm, ughh-hh so yummy. Sh*t Ughhh." The ugly old man moaned as he's manhood entering the b*dy of the lif*less teen*ger, a woman. This is how this old man tort*res anyone, even an animal. It's worse. "He's really the Beast. I am now standing here by the door while watching him, I can also hear the cries of those in the other room who have been victimized by him.

She asked and he huffed. "Do you not trust the word of an Alpha?" The Lord asked to see Beatrice roll her eyes as she rubbed her forehead. "My head is hurting." She mumbled and the Lord nodded, walking over to her and taking a small cream to rub over her head. This was what he had been afraid of all along. The spirit that had possessed her was still in her body, trying to leave but being cold-blooded and one that was so powerful...it was finding it difficult hereby causing pain.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”