The Beast's Possession Novels & Stories

In the end, it was similar to possessing because the flesh was completely controlled by others. The Mystic Maiden said, "Heaven and earth have rules, the sacred has order. Possessing is a very low-end operation because it is simple and crude. There are great disadvantages too. The more godly the character, the less likely possession will happen. This is because god has an order, and possessing will incur backlash. The loss is not worth the gain. Even if one is successful, there is nothing to glorify. But, to plant a soul was to completely and utterly turn someone else into yourself. Taking someone's body and soul means taking away their destiny and Heavenly Path of God, which is equivalent t

The question was soon forced from her mind as her body faced the beast in front of her. “Wretched creature.” She heard a strange, raspy voice come out of her mouth. The beast’s glowing green eyes grew wide but not in a terrified way. It was almost as if the wolf were concerned about something. How quant. She bent her knees, preparing to strike when the beast began to do something strange. Before her, the fur on his body rippled and receded, his limbs began to lengthen, and his nose began to shorten. It was possessed! She lunged forward, swinging the metal rod, but before she made contact a man was in front of her and caught the rod with human hands.

“They’ve been showing up in our pack for a few months now.” I blinked. “A beast what?” “A beast demon,” he repeated. “They’re creatures that destroy and kill but that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that they can possess us. Once they do, they control everything. Our minds and bodies. We don’t know what we’re doing anymore. We just… kill.” I stared at him, stunned. “What are you saying right now?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around his words. “They possess people? Like… take over your body?”

*Boom* His fire exploded like several detonated TNTs. He crouched into his wolf beast form and took a long hard look at possibly the most gifted sword master he had ever faced. It was disheartening to think that this man would never be reborn, for once Possession was activated his only destination was true death. After recollecting his thoughts, he sped towards the possessed man.

Damon sighed, stepping out of the carriage with a nonchalant expression. Alfred followed quickly, drawing his gun, but there was no one in sight. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the coachman’s lifeless body on the ground. Blood poured from the jagged wound on his neck, as though the flesh had been torn apart violently. "Rogue werewolves," Alfred muttered just as one leaped from the woods. The creature’s head resembled a feral wolf, while the rest of its body was humanoid. It lunged at Damon, but Damon easily grabbed it by the neck and slammed it to the ground.

Isabella’s Point of View She thrashes like a wild animal. Screaming. Kicking. Biting. But the magic net holds. Barely. Nathaniel grits his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to keep the spell together. “She’s too strong… this shouldn’t be possible!” “She’s possessed,” Malcolm growls, his eyes glowing gold. “She’s not alone in that body.” Simone laughs. But it’s not her laugh. It’s a man’s. Cold. Cruel. Echoing.

The EMT lady cried in frustration. “I do not believe our perpetrator is a who. It shows more of a what, from the appearance of this death scene. Perhaps, a male black bear that preys on humans. They are hostile toward people, and whatever did this appears aggressive. It could be anything, although I won't accept this as the result of some human being doing.” The police director reveals this to his subordinates. “If this is an attack of a beast, then we are obliged to keep our eyes observant and ears alert. It could be lurking in the shadows. Stay wide-awake chaps, do not let your defenses down! Have your guns on standby and flashlight focus!” Another police officer shouted.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Rodrigo Pov I swear I want to tear her limbs apart. I couldn't control myself anymore. I pressed hard on her neck, and she gasped while scratching me. “Rodrigo, fucking stop!” I finally came to my senses and let go of her. She collapsed on the floor, gasping for her. I stared at her in disgust. “There are a million ways I can kill you and no one would ever find your body.” I said while lowering myself to the floor next to her.