Trevor Henderson Behemoth Novels & Stories

And he would be talking to himself – the king of this palace. “I am just doing some sort of soul-searching.” He shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal before getting his coffee and sipping into the cup. Levi and Tristan shared a curious look. Denver then placed the coffee cup into the saucer and leaned his back against the sofa. “I have already discovered how to control my beast, Levi.” He seriously announced – causing the two men to drop their jaws. They gawked at him – as if they were waiting for him to say that it was all a joke, but he wasn’t joking. After a year of searching for Shea, he had learned to control his beast. However, it wasn’t that easy.

The man let out a deep growl when Dhara’s fingers tiptoed up his bare chest and sank into his large shoulder. “Fuck,” he cursed into her neck, releasing her wrist and skating his enormous arms around her small waist. He was so fucking huge. How the hell did she fail to notice that earlier? Or had he grown several fucking inches in the last ten seconds? No. That was impossible. She refused to believe something so bizarre could actually happen.

“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.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

I held and pulled her hips aggressively closer to me and thrusted ferally into her core, reaching and filling up every space in her tight hole, I had turned into a beast and I knew, as I could ignore her cries and scratches on my burly hands. Tears started aggressively gushing down her cheeks as she cried and called for me, stretching out her hands to touch my face but I didn't bulge. I wanted to look at her as my whore, as just a random whore so I could erase those stupid feelings that flooded my entire being, but something in me still fought my Beasty side.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

They will do anything to get to keep their mates for themselves. But I won't leave my family for any man. The brown one completely shifts his behavior now. He starts gently licking my wound, poking me with his nose, but I'm not having this shit. I growl, my lips baring sharp canines, ordering him to step the hell away from me. He seems not to care at all ant pokes me with his nose again. Like hell I am coming with you, stupid mutt. Seeing my stubbornness, he steps back and shifts to his human form. He is tall, really tall, with ivory hair and icy, wild eyes. A viking, my first thought was. ''Shift'' he orders me with a strange accent. No emotion in his voice.

I said instead. “The family of the deceased would not understand that. They want blood.” He sat on the stool. It should've made him look smaller or at the very least it should've looked silly but it did not. If anything, he looked scarier perched upon the stool than he did standing. He motioned a finger and a bodyguard brought his shoes to him. “Hanzo here for example, wants your head on a platter.” Hanzo referred to the bald headed snake tattoo escort. Presumably, he was part of the inner flock as well.

Heinrich Henderson, a Business mogul, sole owner of Henderson&co and many other companies around the world, he was a billionaire and he was all over the news. OMG! OMG! OMG!. I mentally screamed. He was really hot, he had a strong sharp jaw and brown curly slicked-back hair, he had sharp amber eyes you could get lost in with thick long eyelashes and sculpted body, his biceps were almost bulging through the suit sleeves. He was about a head and some inches taller than me and I am 5'5. I wonder what's underneath his cloth, probably six pacs or maybe eight with a rock-hard chest.