Beast And The Harlot By Avenged Sevenfold Novels & Stories

Know you got a roommate, call me when there's no one there Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there (yup) I be over there, shawty, I be over there When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best, you the fuckin' best You the fuckin' best, you the fuckin' best You the best I ever had, best I ever had Best I ever had, best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' Sex, love, pain, baby, I be on that Tank shit Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc When my album drop, bitches'll buy it for the picture And niggas'll buy it too and claim they got it for they sister M

Then— “Child. Your body in the modern world has already perished… in a train accident.” The world tilted. Dead. I’m… already dead? “So returning would be meaningless.” Her mind went blank. Then the Beast God spoke again. “However—if you gather my Seven Spirit Stones, I can recreate your modern body.” “After that, whether you choose to return—or remain here—I will not interfere.” Hope surged violently through her veins. “Seven Spirit Stones? Where do I find them?” “I placed them long ago inside seven gifted male beastfolk.” A pause. “I no longer remember which ones.”

“Then we hold until there’s no one left to drown.” The Beast inside him stirred at the sight, surging against its chains. It relished this—the chaos, the chance to rend and tear without limit. Maxim braced himself, drawing breath, forcing control. The ritual had given him strength, yes, but it had also thinned the barrier. Each oath-bound soul was another tug at his restraint. Their fear was his fear, their hunger his hunger. And the Beast was very, very hungry. The first wave struck.

The fiction was too much, and my wall tightened around him as I held him deep inside me. Black spots danced in my vision as my body trembled. It was more than just my impending orgasm. My beast was fighting me to come forward, demanding that I claim our mate. Killian's muscled tightened as he let out a deep guttural moan. The sound of it sent me over the edge as he whispered with a wild look in his eye. "Again." My teeth extended as I gave in to my beast, wanting it just as badly as she did.

Like any second, God would find out and cast me straight down to the fiery pits of Hell like the filthy cow I was. I perused the items among the shelves, unaware of how far I had ventured, tiptoeing to the back of the shop like I was sneaking into the restricted section at Hogwarts library. They kept all the hardcore shit at the back, and fuck me, I would never unsee it. Ahead of me, long strings of silver beads concealed a doorway in the wall. I could see the dim red light and wondered what instruments of sexual torture lay behind the curtain. The enigma drew me in like a moth to a flame. I spared a subtle glance behind me to check that no one was around. Nobody is here, so I'll just take a

I threw open the mirror vanity’s empty drawer, wondering briefly if holy water would have worked on Ma Jules. “Toast the bitch.” I hissed, before continuing with my ill-fated search. A thick fume of dust rose from under the thin, frilly rug before I hacked up a cough, huffing out more than a healthy amount of nasal membranes. There was faint writing on the cave floor that looked like it had been scratched out by a blunt object. I blew a neat circle around the etchings and the faint markings came into view. Beware the hunger of the beast that rules the highlands, beware the wicked hag of the north, who loves the taste of the virgin hearts.

Ooh, his beautiful name. I can sense the angels beckoning at me with empathy from heaven. I can also hear the demons making a mockery of my predicaments. The hell has broken loose, and I can heed the boisterous howls of death calling for me. This, indeed, is the death of me. Again, why is he doing this? And Mr. handsome overloaded, the God of beauty himself, what is it with him?

He may be our ticket out of here. Yet I was sick of being preyed upon by these lustful shifters. And the mate bond – I’d been marked, for love of the Goddess! – was making me increasingly reluctant to do anything I wouldn’t confess to Calvin afterwards. He would know if I gave myself to another and that wasn’t about to happen at all. I resolved to kill myself first. “Get me out of here, and I’ll think about it.” “Why don’t you give me a little incentive, baby?”

We’re going wild tonight. - The bass hit like a heartbeat, loud, steady, alive. “Cave” looked like every other upscale club tucked into the heart of the city, all neon haze and expensive drinks, but beneath the surface, it was made for wolves like us. Most humans didn’t even know what they were walking into. It didn’t matter. I didn’t come here for the music. Or the crowd. Or the sleek interior with its hidden scent barriers and padded walls built to handle a wolf’s temper.

I let my power rise, my irises glowing red-hot, threatening to burn him on the spot. But then he spoke. And what he said made the red in my eyes flicker. "Imagine yourself in a crowd, Zubat… noises, screams… you smell happiness while you’re still drowning in pain…” His voice was soft and almost a whisper but it echoed in my ear like thunder. That was the 'Beast’s Prayer', a cursed chant sealed long ago because Zubat used it to feed his bloodlust, and it destroyed everything. “Stop him!” Kane barked, already charging forward as the guards scrambled into action.