Beast And The Harlot By Avenged Sevenfold Mga Nobela at Kwento

A bond with the beast – "Zehar bane haa teri Pee javan main poori nu Raawaan Ch Baawaan Ch O Nu Lukawaan Koi Mainu Na Roke" (If your love is poison I’ll drink it in a flurry I’ll hide him and bide him in loving embraces No one make me stop) - Advika, The Beauty in the arms of The Beast ****** When Advika was 12 and Siddharth was 19 :

We’re lucky that The Black One is not part of the pack yet or else he would hear our conversations in the mind link. ‘We have no choice. We will carry on with the operation.’ ‘I’m scared that we won’t arrive alive. That guy has a very, very powerful wolf. I only heard of him through stories.’ ‘Focus on the road.’ The link went silent and we were back to being quiet inside the car. That was until we heard a loud crash and our vehicle started turning upside down. We were ambushed. -- END

They rolled him around until he sat on the floor, his whole body trembling from head to foot. The man—if he could be called that—was filthy, his clothes shredded and caked in dirt. His skin was too pale, almost translucent in the evening glow, and veins spiderwebbed sickly beneath it. His pupils were blown wide, giving him a feral, half-crazed look. I sniffed again and sure enough, I could sense the human... but there was something else. Something twisted and rotten like death and dark magic. It made me even tenser. “What the hell is he?” muttered Jorah, one of the Gamma’s beside me.

was the defense against them. They want to use you, Sofia, her mother’s spirit said, her gaze intense. To twist the awakening of the deity to their own dark ends. That identity you inhabited… the Wolf Born Twice… that is the raw power, stripped of anchors, volatile and easily manipulated. That is what happens if the cage is broken by force, or by death. The Death path. Sacrifice. It wouldn’t just break the curse; it would shatter the protection and leave her vulnerable to their influence, a perfect vessel for their dark purpose.

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

A part of her thought she couldn't take another, while the other craved for more. It was past twelve. The beast completely awoke to feel their mate. The Hydro-p chemicals wouldn't let it have it all. It meddled with the beast's functions. Yet, the beast wanted it all, and it fought the chemicals to get it all; consequently provoking his symptoms.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

He sinisterly stared at the bloodstain on my dress, growling in Wolfish, "Damn it! I'd wasted so much time raising her, and now, she had to let me down at the most crucial point in time?" Still, he stood back up and folded his sleeves back, still speaking in Wolfish. "We'll let her rest for another week until all of her menstrual blood is clear. Then we will make our move when the moon is full. Her flesh will be even more nourishing for us, then." I'd played my cards right after all. These beasts were very particular about taste. Felix crouched again and picked me up from the ground rather harshly. Then, he began striding upstairs while still pretending to be gentlemanly with his words.

I moved like I was shedding my past, every motion a quiet rebellion against everything I’d lost. Vivia laughed beside me, spinning in her silver heels. “See? I told you the city could wake the dead!” I smiled, really smiled, and let the rhythm carry me. But it didn't last long. A fight broke out so fast the music didn’t even stop. A crash of glass. A snarl. Two wolves slammed into a table near the bar, sending bottles flying. One was a bulky male, with the mark of Crimson Fang, fierce and impulsive. The other, smaller but faster, bore the faint mark of Iron Claw, all sharp angles and cunning eyes.

All on four, back arched, sweat drips down my skin, dropping silently to the floor. With one arm, the beast grabs me, and in the next moment, I'm on the bed. Panic flares, but I’m too weak to move. The beast approaches. What is happening? Don’t tell me… I’m about to be devoured by a random half-beast Alpha in rut. And the worst part... It turns me on even more.