The Beast's Possession Novels & Stories

I almost cringed at myself for going too far, and it almost broke my heart watching her so terrified, but I needed to do this. It was important to me. I would see if she still wanted to be with me after everything I told her. “I thought of you on four before me until I came. I’m your worst nightmare, your boogeyman, your peeping tom. And I can’t stop it. I tried hard, but I couldn’t. It’s consuming me, and I love it. I love the feeling when I watch you carnally satiated. It feeds my ego. It feeds the depraved monster inside me.”

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

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.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

"Get up, you disgrace for an Alpha." I coughed up dust. "I'd rather be torn to pieces than follow your orders." "It wasn't an order." He hauled me up by my front collar with supernatural strength. "But your painful death can be arranged." The Beast looked far worse for wear since I'd last seen him: features warped with insanity, the pupils of his eyes blown out, chest heaving for breath. I couldn't let that intimidate me. "I'm surprised you're not paralyzed," I said. His grin stretched just a little too wide. "You sound too eager to belittle me knowing I can rip your throat out here and now."

I growled, smiling, grabbing her by the nape and bringing her into an intense kiss, exploring every corner of her mouth, feeling the reactions I caused in her latent body. “I've learned a lot from you!” She retorted breathlessly, holding my intimacy, pressing against it, and rubbing against it. “What I want, I take and have!” I roared with excitement, lifting one of Sophie's legs, ready to possess her right there. My desire flowed through the expanse, eager to claim Luna. I abruptly stopped feeling the evil presence, realizing that half of my body was being dominated by the beast and that an arm had enlarged. “GET OUT OF HERE, BEAST!” I roared in my mind, trying to repel.

“Everyone says that we are cursed creatures. Creatures who live in the dark deserve to die because we bring harm to everyone around us. But we eventually strived and made a name for ourselves. Now others come to us to ask for our protection.” “Why do they call you cursed?” “Because we are,” he told me with a gentle smile, “we share the same looks, as if we’re the same kind, but when something happens, or when need be, or when the moon is full, we transform into monsters.” “I’ve never seen anyone transform,” I told him. He chuckled and shook his head. “Maybe he never let you.” I stared at him, startled. How did he know that I was talking about Zeke?