Beast Of Blood Lyrics Novels & Stories

She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather. Ethan noticed, he leaned close, voice pitched for her ears alone. “You okay, Moonbean?” She nodded once, small fingers tightening around her cup of warm cider. “It’s close.” He didn’t ask what. He simply rested his hand on the back of her chair, a silent promise. The music swelled. An elder rose to begin the oath recitation. Three hundred voices joined in low, reverent unison, “We are Blood Moon. We are one heart, one fang, one future...”

There was no other path. The dagger sliced his palm open, and blood welled bright against the ash. He pressed it to the stone, and his voice dropped into something deeper—something that rumbled with the Beast’s hunger. “By oath and by fang. By blood and by ruin. I bind my soul to yours. I bind your lives to mine. As the Beast is chained to me, so are you chained to the Beast. Rise not as many—but as one.” The words scraped the air, heavy and old. The stone beneath his palm trembled, lines splitting outward like veins of fire. The warriors extended their hands, slicing palms, letting blood spill onto the earth.

The beast vanished from the sky without a final scream, its demise sudden and gruesome. The sight left everyone stunned and bewildered. The remaining beast roared in fury, its blood-red eyes blazing with rage and emitting a palpable aura of terror. Crimson light pulsed from its massive claws, spreading an ominous glow. The beast's deafening cries filled the air. Alarmed, Adrian muttered, "Damn it! It's going for mutual destruction!" The beast was preparing to self-destruct—unleashing its full power would annihilate the entire small world.

Atlas and the Beast instantly lock eyes. ​The ancient hunger surges with a fresh, ferocious demand. Destroy the storm. Consume the Alpha. Claim the territories. ​NO! My mental scream is a jagged, raw thing. I throw my entire existence against the internal chains, fighting for control with a desperation that is already ripping me apart. NO, ATLAS! KAI, IT'S ME! ​But my control is slipping. The blood moon’s crimson light is flooding the cavern, acting as a massive amplifier for the curse. The single, potent drop of my blood that hit the altar has unlocked the maximum level of the Beast's power.

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight ________

Luntian mused, her brows furrowed as she tried to reminisce and remember the song from almost a millenia years ago. “Blood on the Fortress, from the wrath of the beast. Blood on the staircase, wrath has released. King of the East, your line will be ceased.” =============== With a scream, the woman standing in front of Mongolia’s tavern ran as fast as she could. All the villagers left, some fell on their backs, their eyes rolling in the back of their heads from sheer fright. Fearing, the beast will end their lives. Ember was writhing as Calleb grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up, her feet hanging on the ground. She choked, grumbled. All she could see was white, and after a few more seco

It was Tristan, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and determination. The gunshot rang out, and I watched in horror as Tristan’s body jerked forward, a crimson color staining his chest. The deafening sound of the gunshot was replaced by a sickening thud as Tristan’s body collided with mine. Pain radiated through my abdomen as I stumbled back, Tristan’s blood staining my clothes. He collapsed to the ground, a look of sheer determination etched on his face.

The beast chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through me. "Good girl," it growled, its hands tightening on my hips as it continued to thrust into me, its cock filling me completely with each powerful stroke. The beast's hand wrapped around my neck, its grip firm but gentle as it tilted my head back to expose my throat. Its golden eyes locked onto mine, and it began to move faster, its hips thrusting with a newfound urgency. I gasped, my body trembling as the beast's cock pounded into me, its thrusts deep and relentless, its breath hot on my ear as it whispered, "You're mine now."

"Take me! I'm the one you want! Leave him alone!" The Elder in the center tilted its faceless head. The slit in its grey skin widened, oozing more of that foul black ink. ***"The... Origin... is... the... meal,"*** the voice echoed. ***"The... Beast... is... the... wine. We... shall... drink... both."***