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

He mumbles. The Beast nudges him aside with his claw, sending his body flying several feet away. I watch as his body rises in the air, before hitting the ground harshly. Something cracks, and he grunts in pain. “ Draven! ” Another gasp erupts from my mouth. “ The Beast is after her! ” People yell. “ He wants her life! ” “ He will kill her! ” “ Run, Princess! ” “ Run and save your life… ” One growl from the Beast silences all voices. And the running resumes.

Elara said immediately. Kael’s gaze snapped to hers. “This isn’t a discussion.” “I’m not helpless.” “And you’re not trained for this pack’s fights.” The ground trembled slightly. Not from movement. From power. Then the trees at the edge of the clearing exploded with motion. A wounded warrior stumbled out first, blood soaking his shoulder. Behind him, three Beast Pack wolves shifted mid-run, their bodies already transforming into massive wolves as they rushed forward. And chasing them Rogues. But not the scattered, desperate rogues Elara had seen before.

Tearless. Empty. It wasn’t just abandonment. It was the confirmation that I had never truly belonged to them. That I was only ever a vessel for the thing they were too afraid to carry. The sickness came that night. With screams and fire and howls outside the gates. I watched from the high tower as rogue wolves tore through the estate—looking for blood, for vengeance, for prey. I didn’t hide. Didn’t run. I walked down the steps, opened the front door, and stood on the threshold barefoot in the snow.

"Sorry. It's too far. I can't bear to send Felix running out there. And besides, it's too dangerous outside. What if something happened to him? I wouldn't trust you with Felix anyway." The open scorn in my voice made them crumble. "You ungrateful child, you heartless wretch! We're your parents. Do we matter less than a man?" I nodded calmly. So long as I refused to play by their rules, they could never bind me with morality again. On the other end, Gideon had clearly reached his breaking point. Hunger gnawed at him, and the truth was plain: the sea had long since run out of fish. But the giant shark clan ate nothing but meat. With no fish, where could he turn for prey?

The beast was too content with its catch for it to pay any attention to my dissatisfaction. Animal blood rushed through my veins like a current, and renewed strength flooded my bones like dried bones being brought back to life. I grimaced as I closed my eyes to avoid throwing up from watching the gory sight. If you will not acknowledge me as part of you, then we can as well live as two separate entities. The beast said, licking the blood off his fur in satisfaction. ‘I am no monster, I never chose to be.’ My heart was grounded in pain. A man never chooses what he wishes to be; the gods either bless or curse him. The beast murmured and squashed the dear’s skull to eat its brain.

had only ever been Waiting for me to be Fat enough with Power to be Worth the Bite. "You aren't a Queen, Mother," the Beast stated, its eyes turning into two hollow, violet Zeros. "You are a High-Density Energy-Source on the blueprint of my hunger. And I am the Mouth". The claws lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Carnal Necessity hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Hollowed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Prey-Variables." My rage was being turned into "Adrenaline for the Chase"; my grief was being turned into "The Salt of the Blood".

“Don’t think about running, you’ll only excite the beast more.” She was within my grasp when she bolted to the right, I began the chase, I was the hunter she was the prey, her heart was beating loudly, I could hear her blood pumping through her veins. I advanced on her, tackling her to the floor within a matter of seconds, I heard her legs crunch beneath my weight. I had taken her down hard, I had to reign in my beast, I didn’t want her to die too soon.

I cry as I force my body to crawl forward. His skin is as pale as theirs, so I know they sucked him dry, but I still have to check. If there is any way he is still alive, I have to try...I get inches from him, but just as my fingers reach for him, I am yanked up into a set of thick furry arms. "Stupid humans," a deep, gravely voice growls, and before I can even respond, the beast takes off. His long paws pummel the ground, and the forest zips past me. Motion sickness mixed with my grief turns my stomach, and I vomit instantly. He snarls as my puke hits his pelt, but he doesn't slow down.

He said to her and she could hear him groan from Beside her. She couldn't help but chuckle lightly in amusement and now she knew that she had to hear it. “So when we were kids Xavier was always a scaredy cat and he was afraid of the world so on one occasion we dared him go in there and not come back until he had gotten a wolf. We didn't believe him and we thought he would run back scared but he returned hours later with a smile as he had claimed that he had pet a wolf. Of Course we denied it but he had gone on to say that he had found one with red fur and a bushy tail. In reality what he had found was a wolf at all but a fox.`` He said to her and she couldn't help but chuckle as Alpha scoffe

As we walked to perform what we had recently rehearsed, I felt my heart pound rapidly. Suddenly, the premonition of what happened, flashed violently into my head. The killings of 300 people in total. I knew it was indeed survival of the fittest. I looked around, with my chin held up high in pride. Good thing we weren’t given any rules in this round of dance for the beast. Cause I had plans of my own. I needed a change. “I have to attract the beast at all costs,” -------