The Beast's Prey — A Rejected Runt's Fate Novels & Stories

Calleb pleads, “I said, wait — The woman stopped and showed an image of a man. Tall. Dark and dangerous. His eyes were pitch black and his teeth were filled with blood and his crooked smile reached to his cheek bones. His flesh was covered with fur and he smelled like death — of decaying rats. He was trapped in a cage. And beside him was the beautiful woman with golden hair. “Run,run,run.” An eerie voice resounded. “Run while you can, little boy. Run while you can, for if the beast wakes up, I cannot protect you anymore.” And everything turned black before the ferocious beast woke up from its deep sleep. The beast was bigger than him. Stronger. His pheromones made Calleb inferior. Weak. The

Thorne looked evil, with dark eyes that stared at the humans. I moved to the side of the table. Senna poured wine for a big beast near the middle who was already drunk and slurring his words. He was huge. Senna leaned over to pour wine. The beast looked at her and laughed a deep, awful laugh. He didn’t even look at the wine. He grabbed Senna’s arm with a huge hand and pulled her hard onto his lap. She cried out and dropped the silver pitcher. Wine spilled all over the table. “Look what I found!” the beast yelled. “A quiet little maid. I hate quiet maids, we need some noise here.”

My wolf refuses to let them fall before these criminals. "The packs always say the loudest cub gets the milk, Chika. If your throat refuses to speak up, how will your parents ever know what your soul wants?" the man grins wickedly, his dark eyes gleaming with pure, sadistic malice as he watches the Whitmore family turn toward their car. The raw emotional dam inside my chest completely breaks, and my voice launches a loud, desperate scream toward the trio walking away. "Mom!" Fresh tears streak down my cheeks like fire. I stare at Helena’s retreating back with a messy mix of pathetic hope and primitive fear. My inner beast simply cannot bear the horrific reality of my own mother abandoning my

The terrified dark beast roared, "How can this be? You vile human! You’ll suffer divine retribution for using such a despicable technique on me!" Another roar escaped the beast as it felt its soul being forcefully absorbed by Adrian. Just moments ago, it had felt confident, but now the truth was laid bare. Adrian was far more terrifying than it had ever imagined. Adrian sneered. "Those who kill will be killed. Don't you understand such a simple principle? You were so eager to end my life, and now you’d better be ready for your own destruction. It seems you still lack the resolve to face death." His taunting words ignited a blaze of fury within the dark beast. It was acutely aware of its pass

My heart began pounding in my chest. I was not prepared for another witches rejection tonight, especially not in front of a the guy I’m trying to collect a bounty on. In a slight panic, I started planning out escape routes and other distractions. As I scanned the shops looking for something, my stomach growled loudly in protest. I looked down silently thanking the elements for the diversion. “But you promised me pizza and I haven’t eaten all day!” I said in my best indignant impression.

How she could tell them apart, she didn't know but she was certain of it. As it lunged at them once again, the beast behind them also leaped forward, even jumping over the girls. It's large canines sinking into the creature's neck and mercilessly ripped its head from the rest of its body. Black blood pooled under its feet. Some of it smeared on the beast’s white fur. But it's didn't mind. It slowly rose to its feet and launches at the other reatures, ripping them apart like they were nothing. As they watched this massacre going on, Alicia's legs gave in and she fell on her knees but Esme just couldn't take her eyes off the beats laying waste to creatures that they never stood a chance agains

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

This was more than just a fight for survival; it was a fight for justice, for all the people who had suffered at the hands of the bandits and their mysterious puppet masters. The Beast roared in frustration as I landed a series of blows, pushing him back. “You fight well, but you can’t win,” he snarled. “The strings have already been pulled. Your fate is sealed.” “Maybe,” I retorted, “but I’ll go down fighting.” We clashed again, our weapons ringing out in the night. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their breaths held as the battle raged on. Finally, with a burst of energy, I managed to disarm the Beast, sending his weapon flying across the square. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with s

he said to the reflection that barely resembled him, — “But soon… very soon.” The city hadn’t sniffed him out yet. He had a couple more days before the world came looking. And when it did… They wouldn’t find the man who ran. They would find the beast that returned. And the first on his list had a death hour marked. When the day came, the beast was ready to attack. It would be as stealthy as a snake, as cunning as a fox, and as agile as a feline. Everything was prepared. It was only a matter of time.

The dogs lands on his back with their strong and open mouths. He was already down on the ground when he realized he was fucked up. The beast feeds on his body, yanking his flesh, breaking his bones, munching on his skin as blood comes pouring out in a pool. He struggles to escape, but the beasts are far more stronger than his subsiding strength. He screams, shrieking in agony. I look at him for the last time. There was fear and anger in his eyes…and then he stares at me blankly, body unmoving. I take my opportunity to escape while the beasts feed on the dead hunter.