Two Beasts Or Not To Beast Novels & Stories

Iris. Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it. A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold. My heart stops. God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!

"And I think you're attracted to me too." The beast chuckled, a low rumble that resonated through me. "You're a bold one," it growled, its eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and desire. "Very well, little one." With a swift motion, the beast reached down and undid its belt, letting its pants fall to the ground. My eyes widened as I saw its massive cock spring free, standing tall and proud. It was thick and veiny, pulsing with a life of its own, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervousness.

"Or they kill us both." The Beast nodded. A microscopic movement. Then, he roared—a terrifying, tongueless sound—and charged. Cyprian braced himself. This wasn't just a fight for money anymore. This was an audition for the first member of his pack.

Helena reassures her daughter, her voice shaking as she tries to convince her own terrified wolf. Bianca holds zero fear toward the Afolayan Dominion, but her inner beast completely dreads Cedric Whitmore's cold fury. Her system feels completely suffocated under the patriarch’s absolute dictatorial control. The exact second her armored transport tears into the villa driveway, Bianca scrambles inside the front doors, her boots flying across the marble as Cedric's heavy footsteps echo right behind her frame. Spotting his younger son entering the hidden estate, Cedric approaches the heavy iron entrance doors with a barrage of lethal curses.

"Fine, but fight me first." Crystal's eyes could not get any wider. "You have to beat me too!" Xavier exclaimed with an increasingly hostile look. "We will make three games. If you can beat me and Dad, then we can be a little sure you can take care of our Princess. Even if you are my friend, I will not back down. Leonidas does not accept losers, whoever he is. And that is a fixed price." "You guys are crazy! How could you ask Aiden to beat you two?!" shouted Crystal, clearly disapproved.

Beasty is starting to look like another being in that same body. “It was quite fun actually, fooling the guy who thinks is fooling everyone.” She briskly uttered, “Well, to be honest, I was kind of curious what a DISGRACED like you can actually do, but never did I expect things to end this way, where I actually get to shed tears.” She laughed. “I am totally impressed.” Beasty added, “You are just like misery, waiting for your prey to stumble, to breaking down before you sink your teeth on its neck," she smirked. "How daunting.”

She continued: “So Dondus the owl told Desper the rat that the beastsss all rallied around the Great Mother of the Beasts. She of course was the strongest and fastest but she never leaves her cave beyond the river. She stays there with seven of the fiercest beasts to guard her all the time. Other beasts bring her food. She would of course be the hardest to kill especially with her guards protecting her but if she was killed, all of her children, the beastsss that is, would die. So is the magic of the creatures the owl told Desper. All of the beastsss draw their strength from their mother. She can tell when any one of them has been slain and can see through the eyes of any other beast. She is

“You know the law. The pack provides. The Beast provides. Running only makes the gods angry.” I thrashed wildly, kicking at his shins, elbowing backward into his ribs. lol“Let me go! I don’t want this! I won’t be paraded like some prize sow for your monster!” The second guard laughed, low and rough. “Feisty little thing. The Beast likes spirit, they say. Might make him choose you all the quicker. Imagine it—those powerful haunches driving between your thighs every night…”

Zander sat up in his chair, brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion. " Voice?" "Yeah." She answered, suddenly unsure. He looked surprised and bothered by what she just told him. "Rose, beasts don't come with voices. They communicate with strong emotions and every once in a while take over to use our voice to speak. But they don't have one of their own." "W-What?" She asked. Now she was the surprised one. If beasts didn't have voices then why did mine have one? Great. I'm a freak among freaks.

The Nebula Beast, a creature of both beauty and terror, had awakened. The Nebula Beast, an entity of swirling galaxies and shimmering stardust loomed before them, dwarfing the group with its vastness. Its voice, like a million harmonized whispers, echoed through the void. "Why have you trespassed into my domain?" the Beast inquired, its tone resonating with curiosity rather than anger. Elara, though stunned by its magnificent presence, found her voice. "We seek knowledge, not to harm or desecrate your realm. We are travelers, adventurers."