Beast's Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

"Do you want to die? Is that the plan? Leave me here in the middle of a frontier war with nothing but your half-dead memory?" "It isn't about me!" Aiden gasped, the frost on his forehead cracking as a wave of heat hit his core. The transition was violent—like molten lead being poured into a vein that had been dry for decades. "If I lose control, you’re the first thing I’ll consume. Do you understand? It’s not a choice. It’s a biological imperative!" Vane spat a glob of brown tobacco juice onto the rotting floorboards. "He's right, kid. The 'Obsidian Beast' doesn't have a conscience, even if the man inside does. You’re feeding a furnace that’s designed to burn everything it touches."

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

She was humming lowly to herself, and I just sat there watching her like the creep that I am. Why? Because my Lycan is delusional! “I’m not delusional. You’re denying what you feel,” Beast growled lowly. “I’m denying what YOU feel. I feel nothing towards this girl,” I defended. “And that’s why you’re so turned on,” he scoffed. I won’t lie, that shut me up. So what if I happen to find her seriously attractive? There’s still a whole lot wrong with her being here, and until I know why she’s here, I will fight whatever attraction I have towards her, and whatever feelings Beast has towards her.

He didn’t care about their perspective on him, he was indulging in his life, being the Obsidian Beast. “So what do you do then?” Persephon asked, arching a brow in amusement. “Obliterating the prey does sound like the smoothest outcome in my perception.” He paused, thinking how the blood of his opponent excites him, increases his heart rate. It pumps his blood and that is all he requires. “I have abandoned futile energies.” He breathed out, curling his hand in a fist to regain his senses. “Is it truly Tristan?” Leona breathed out after registering the unexpected information.

What I craved. But they never lasted. No one could. They always broke. No one could receive my hunger and feed my starvation till satisfaction. Inside me laid a beast waiting to be tamed. Toying with my latest addition was my new favorite obsession. She had some fire in her, and her defiant stare that looked like staring into the abyss, did things to me. I found myself intoxicated by the sheer scent of her. It drove me wild. I liked wild. I loved watching as she fought against the odds. Seeing her feel that ghost of fear that crawled like spiders underneath her porcelain skin. I want to hurt her so fucking good. And Gods… I wanted to fuck her so good.

"Blood resonance? We’re talking about a man turning into a predator, not a chemical reaction. You’re telling us you found a manual for how to control a monster?" "It’s not just a manual," Obi corrected, his eyes finding mine. "It says that the 'frenzy'—the state you enter when the new moon hits—is fueled by the lack of an anchor. If the beast has no tether to humanity, it consumes everything in its path until there is nothing left. But if there is a... a specific signature present, the beast can be pulled back."

We've done this hundreds of times with the younger warriors. I place my legs in front of me, bending my knees slightly, willing myself to stay calm. "Something isn't right. We need time to discover what is going on. Beast wants her dead. It wouldn't be as strange if it stopped there. He acts jealous when anyone else is around her and he in turn wants that person dead. It's not mating, but I don't know what the hell it is." Beck breathes steadily allowing me to match my breaths to his as we slow our heartrates even more. "Has this happened before?" he asks after a few minutes.

The beast stops pursuing Kai, however, as its blaring red eyes lock onto Irene's figure from behind the door. Irene can see Kai's confusion as he turns to try and call the beast, his insults and provocation falling on deaf ears. Even as he starts reciting mantras in a language Irene doesn't understand, even when the beast is clearly in pain and twitching because of Kai's mantras, the beast keeps pursuing Irene without stopping with eyes filled with a sense of want. The horrid stench of the beast finally fills Irene's nose, and it's unlike anything she's smelled before. Irene can only describe the stench as every rotten meat in existence mixed into a bucket and left outside to rot even more f

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.