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

Sealing the chest closed Gerfast tied a knot on the string and leaned down to secure the extra length between his incisors, a delicate shiver winding down his spine as the cold dead flesh brushed the tip of his nose, and cut it. “Pardon?” “Tell them sons of bitches I don’t need no help, if I needed one I’d of bought a slave.” “None sent me, I jus’ come on my own.” The boy shuffled on his feet at the first rumble of thunder in the distance: a sound so deep Gerfast felt it reverberate from the foundation and up his arthritic limbs. Both swivelled to watch the darkness bleed across the face of the city like some heliotropic plague that eclipsed the sun and threatened to plunge the world in a co

"You mean the contest? Is this not fun? Actually, I was thinking about joining. It is not bad. After all, if I win, then I can make you a slave for the rest of my life." "Don't mess around, or I will kill you!" "You can not kill your future husband." "Quinn! I am not kidding!" "Okay, fine." Quinn was still laughing. "It is upstairs, runway number two. You surprised me, Crys. Aiden is struggling here, and yet you are running away. Xavier was right, you seem to doubt Aiden so much that—"

The worst outcome would be that I die in my dream and wake up. A low, rough growl grabs my attention, and I spin around. The beast is here. My eyes squeeze shut, and I swallow hard. The beast is coming closer. My hands wrap into fists at my sides. The beast is running. The beast is running towards me—sprinting with pounding steps. I cannot do it, I open my eyes, but it is too late. The beast pounces and digs its long, bent claws into my stomach, tearing through my flesh.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

A wash of adrenaline jolts down my spine and I snap Flicker’s reins immediately. “Run!” I kick her into motion and she bolts. Now that we are going faster, the gargantuan beast moves faster too, it’s dark coat the moonlight as it bolts for us. I flip my seat on Flicker’s back and draw my arrow, letting it fly. I hear it connect but that does nothing to slow the beast down. If anything, I may have made it angrier. I draw another, my hands steady as I aim again, getting two more arrows in. Within the span of a minute, I’ve turned from hunter to prey and I will die as all preys die; helpless and pathetic if I don’t find a way to stop the lumbering beast. I need to target a vital spot but the co

I couldn't break free. Lyra clapped with delight at the sight, her laughter ringing cruelly. With a flick of magic, she forced Lily back into her true form and tossed her like a morsel to the cat attendants that were tearing into me. "Well done," she praised. The attendant beamed, fawning, "If not for Your Ladyship, when would I have ever tasted carp in my lifetime? "Your beauty is unmatched, and now that you've caught this woman carrying an illegitimate, surely the title of Beast Queen is yours!"

The hooded figures fall to their knees and keep their eyes on the trembling ground. I am going to die. This is how my life ends. An enormous muscular figure rises from the dark rift that formed from the cracks in the ground beside me. His black wings unfurled and sparkled like a black diamond. His chiseled features were borderline cruel, but his eyes…there was something familiar about his steely gray eyes before they glowed red. I was struck with a mix of emotions but fear surprisingly wasn't among them. I knew that I was going to die at the hands of The Beast, but yet I welcomed it. For reasons that I can't explain, my life suddenly felt meaningless. The Beast roared, “Offering accepted,” b

Alessandro. I had been running, literally toward this for months. Not just running from things, but running up, up in responsibility, up the greasy ladder that led to men like Carnito. My chest was still thrumming from the sprint when I stepped into the back room, palms damp against the strap of the bag. There were half a dozen of his men scattered around, faces like carved wood in the dim light. Carnito sat at the head of the table like a judge waiting to sentence or pardon, his presence flattened the room into an audience.

“Now you’re almost grown, and almost grown means curious, which means dangerous.” I cross my arms. “I am grown!” I shout. She doesn’t hesitate. “There are bonehounds. Starving, half-dead things with skin stretched tight over broken skeletons. They smell blood and chase it for miles. There are whisperers, creatures that climb inside your head and convince you to walk off cliffs or drink poison. There’s a woman made of smoke who turns into a bird and pecks out eyes with her beak. A man with bark for skin who collects girls and grows them into his tree.”

He didn't look human; he looked like a god of the underworld. ​He didn't run. He walked. Every step he took left a deep indentation in the earth. He was savoring the hunt. He wanted me to feel the hopelessness of escape. ​"RUN!" I screamed. ​I shoved Jax away with a strength that sent him flying ten feet toward the river path. He scrambled to his feet and vanished into the darkness. ​The Beast didn't chase him. It didn't care about Jax. Its eyes stayed locked on me. It let out a huff of air that smelled like ozone and woodsmoke.