All Chapters of the beast eternal obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

THE BEAST ETERNAL OBSESSION The warmth of the living room vanished the exact second the air pressure dropped. A deep, localized chill swept through the room, frosting the edges of the windowpanes in seconds. Then came the vibration. It was a low, sub-audible tremor that rattled the frame of the house, heavy enough to vibrate directly through the floorboards and into the soles of my boots. Beside me on the rug, Ethan’s hand froze an inch above the game board. On the couch, Amelia set her tea down with a sharp, panicked clink, her gaze instantly locking onto our daughter. I didn't move a muscle, but every combat instinct I possessed spiked into overdrive. My grip tightened around Aurelia’s waist, pulling her small back firmly against my chest. She was too young to understand the magnitude of what was happening under our feet, too innocent to bear the weight of an ancient deity using her as a vessel. I needed to keep her grounded. I needed her to feel my strength, not the phanto

THE BEAST ETERNAL OBSESSION Amelia's POV The first thing I heard was the sound of glass shattering. The second was Ethan calling my name. And the third was my daughter's scream. I had never heard Aurelia scream like that before. Not when she fell and scraped her knees, not when she woke from her nightmares, and not even when the darkness inside her first began to fight us. This was different. This was the sound of a child who believed something was coming to take her away. I ran. "Aurelia!" I reached the bedroom and stopped so abruptly that Ethan nearly collided with my back. The room was freezing. Not the ordinary cold of winter, but a supernatural chill that crawled beneath my skin and settled deep in my bones. Frost covered the windows, spreading across the glass in intricate patterns that looked almost like ancient symbols. The curtains moved violently, defying the sealed windows. And in the middle of the room, my daughter sat on the floor with her knees

THE BEAST ETERNAL OBSESSION Vael moved with terrifying, blinding speed. The shadows around him condensed into a solid blade of pitch-black energy as he struck Athena right where she stood. The collision was catastrophic. The moment Vael’s dark blade met the wall of silver fire shielding Aurelia, a deafening blast tore through the upper levels of the packhouse. The remaining walls of the bedroom exploded outward into splinters and stone. The concussive force sent Ethan and me flying through the air, crashing hard onto the debris-strewn roof below. I pushed myself up, my vision swimming, my ears ringing with a sharp, painful buzz. Through the thick smoke and falling ash, I saw them. Vael’s dark blade was pressed hard against a shimmering shield of silver light that Athena had raised at the very last second. The raw power radiating from the clash was tearing the ground beneath them apart. But my heart stopped when I looked closer at my daughter. Aurelia’s small mortal fram

THE BEAST ETERNAL OBSESSED Aurelia’s chest rose and fell in a steady, beautiful rhythm. Underneath my palms, the terrifying icy chill evaporated completely, replaced by the natural, comforting warmth of a healthy child. Slowly, her eyelashes fluttered. I held my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs as I waited to see which soul would look back at me. The liquid silver pool of the ancient entity, or the deep, warm hazel of my baby girl. When her eyes finally opened, the silver light was entirely gone. "Mommy?" she whispered, her voice tiny, cracked, and completely her own. Her little fingers reached up weakly, curling into the fabric of my shirt. "I'm here, baby. I'm right here," I choked out, pulling her tightly against my shoulder, sobbing with pure relief. Athena had kept her word; she had gone into a deep slumber, returning my daughter to me. Behind us, a brutal crash shook the remaining floorboards. Leonhart lyall and Radolf were thrown back by a heavy wave of

THE BEAST ETERNAL OBSESSION Athena's POV The crushing atmosphere of the mortal realm stripped away the moment we crossed the threshold, replaced by the crisp, sickeningly familiar scent of ambrosia and burning stardust. I stepped onto the grand plaza of the Gods' Realm. Beneath my feet, the pure white marble stretched out for miles, polished so fiercely it reflected the chaotic dance of the cosmos above. Towering pillars carved from the bones of fallen titans lined the walkway, leading straight toward the golden ziggurat in the distance. My throne room. The one stolen from me centuries ago while I was cast down into the dirt. Aurelia’s mortal vessel was magnificent. Ten years of rigorous training by those silver wolves had honed her muscles into a lethal instrument. Her bones didn't groan under the weight of my celestial essence anymore. Her pulse was steady, a rhythmic drumbeat of absolute compliance. She had given me complete control, trusting me to end the threat against