Beast X Wirt の小説・ストーリー

She was a god in weapon making. Ariel ran to the side of the beast and Elijah ran for the front and together they aimed for his neck. They threw out 5 darts rapidly, 3 caught the beast's throat and 2 caught his shoulder. The beast cried out and shook, spraying blood everywhere. He pulled the darts away but blood kept gushing out. The beast rored again in pain, his strength was running out. He tried to get at Ariel but his body swayed and down he went. Dead.

Beast is circled by a group of Undeads as they try to separate her from her mate and Andrew’s sons, getting her alone. “Nowhere to hide, little girl. You’re ours now.” One if the Undeads taunts, pointing his gun at her leg. “Our orders are clear, keep you alive. Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you, now does it?” The other guys laugh as that, oblivious to Beast’s movements. She slashes the first guy’s throat open then, like a whirlwind, she spins around, running her blades through the others’ stomachs, cutting them open. With quick moves, she stabs their hearts before they manage to heal.

Struggling to understand the dream I had just woken up from, I clutched my tummy with my trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I contemplated the shocking revelation I had just learned: Tristan was my mate. The words danced in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It sent shivers down my spine. The implications of the mate bond were both terrifying and heartwarming to me. I tried to hide the shock that rippled through me, but my hands trembled, and I felt a mixture of fear and warmth. Fear because I had no idea what being mated to Tristan would mean, and warmth because I hoped that, through the bond, Tristan would come to love me and protect our child.

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.

I asked them. “Hey, pussy,” the burly man muttered again. I gasped in pain when he grabbed my hand, his fingers sinking into my skin. “Keep breathing those punchable names and I’ll have you on your knees with my balls deep in your tight hole—” “Wheeler, that’s Beast.” The guy with an ink on the arm said. The man named Wheeler halted, his hand loosening but did not let go. “What did you say?” “Beast. She wants Beast.”

Felix roared, "If you never seduced me and begged me to treat your wilting wolf syndrome, how could I ever have possibly—" Darcy cried out in pain at his bite. She turned on him and bit him on the neck in retaliation, interrupting him mid-sentence. Felix howled. "You bitch!" They both then tore at each other as blood continued pooling around and on their bodies, the two half-wolves tearing mouthfuls of fur off the other in a fit of rage.

Beast asked me again, still angry, but worried about Xyla. I also had no idea why Xyla was silent, but then I looked at Naomi. I narrowed my eyes again when I thought about something. "We can't stay here, Xander. We need to leave or else I will kill them all." Beast urged angrily. Both Beast and I can not only sense the witchcraft, but we always have an urge to kill whoever is responsible for using it with malicious intent. I stood up abruptly, startling all of them.

/ But my body kept moving forward, driven by something deeper than logic or self-preservation. The sounds reached me before I got to his door—low, struggling growls that barely sounded human. Like he was fighting something inside himself and losing badly. Wood splintered somewhere within, followed by the crash of something heavy hitting the floor. My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, not bothering to knock. Whatever was happening, politeness seemed irrelevant. The sight that greeted me was the most terrifying thing I'd ever witnessed. Kael knelt in the center of the room, his body caught between human and beast in a transformation that looked excruciating. His clothes were shredded, h

Dirt and shattered stone rained over me. A second beam of Vera’s power slammed into the wound I had made, pushing deeper. Clean light fought with the beast’s sick glow. “Nice teamwork,” Dax yelled from somewhere to my right. “Ten out of ten, would watch again if I was not busy not dying.” The beast jerked its head up. Its eyes flashed. Another wave of energy blasted out, not just forward this time but in a ring. It rolled across the whole field. Wolves screamed as it hit them. Some dropped to human form mid-swing. Wards by the backup line flickered, then burst like glass.

"You should be with Isolde." His reply comes fast. "Worry about yourself, Bran. Trust me, you can't hold that beast much longer. Even a night hunt won't be enough to settle it. You need sex. Long and hard." I swallow, gaze dropping to my trembling fingers. He is right. But I can't give in to this. "Should I arrange a Gamma or an Omega?" My beast growls low at the suggestion. Not with want, with rejection. It wants her. She is human. She can't take us.