Novel & Cerita Belly Of The Beast

Caleb The entire atmosphere inside the underground ring changes the second Beast steps into the cage. The crowd gets louder instantly. Not excited loud. Hungry loud. Like everyone here came specifically to watch someone get hurt tonight. Beast rolls his shoulders once as he enters the ring, towering over most people around him. Up close, he looks even worse. Thick scars run across his arms and neck while old bruises stain his knuckles permanently, like violence soaked itself into his skin years ago and never left.

Lily noted with horror. - We'll sit here. - Elya did not burn with the desire to "fall" next to the one who was called the Oil Belly and took an empty chair. She moved as far as possible to the edge, making room for her friend. “It didn’t come out, Belly,” the Behemoth neighed. He was the youngest of those present, with sunken cheeks from thinness and unpleasant, shifty eyes all the time. The guy grinned impudently, nervously stroking his nails with the pad of his thumb, counting each finger of his hand.

The Anomaly that it belonged to looked like a cross between a black chicken and a lizard, its feathers glinting in the light as if they were scales, squawking angrily as its prize (my head) evaded it for the second time in as many minutes. “Stop screaming. It’s annoying,” Jester Lee muttered in my ear. He sat behind me, on the back of his Summoned Beast pegasus named Fye (who is an absolute beauty, by the way). He shot a spell at the Anomaly that burned a hole through its heart and it dropped out of the sky. I thought I heard a very faint sound when it hit the ground below, but we were too high up for me to be sure. I didn’t dare look down, either.

“Zanny—” But I was already gone. The valley had changed. What had once felt like a place of shadow and quiet strength now trembled under the weight of something that did not belong. Darkbreeds were already gathering, forming lines, their movements sharp, disciplined, controlled. Magic flickered in the air. Dark. Heavy. Alive. And at the centre of it— The Beast. It was larger than I remembered. Or perhaps it only seemed that way now. Its body twisted between forms, muscles stretching unnaturally beneath skin that looked like it had been stitched from shadow itself. Its eyes burned with something that wasn’t just hunger.

Slumping, showing his naked bottom part to everyone. She was too stunned, too terrified to move. Even breathing was a hard task. The beast looked at her, crouching to touch her, but she scooted a few inches, shaking and her face that lost its color was the evidence that the beast terrified her. Standing six feet and nine, probably seven feet in height. Big, bulky with a wide chest that sported a long scar. A bzou, she just encountered the legendary bzou. The beast growled lowly and looked away. That was the moment she realized that the beast was not alone, three or five more beasts showed up, hovering in the bushes, and one that went to the dead man.

He placed his finger on the ancient Beast writing one after the other. "The Beast Kingdom were one of the earliest being in the world, who saw the great war between the Dragons and the Immortals... They believed they were cursed by the Dragons through the way they gave birth, at least in five... according to them they were created from billions of stars above... On the day of Eclipse, fully grown Beast get hundred times stronger while in their Beast mode and for those that had their awakening on that day, they will grow to become one of the strongest as the ones to challenge any of the Alphas one day... " He reviewed, "there are many Alphas in the Beast Kingdom but the three strongest and ol

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

A rumble started in my chest and I swallowed hard, waiting until the animalistic growl had subdued before daring to open my mouth. “My wolf? Is that what this is?” I mumbled and he nodded. “Feel like something’s about to rip through your skin?” He queried and feeling another growl bubbling up, I nodded slowly. “Yeah. It’s a wolf alright. You need to get it under control.” I gritted my teeth against the rising feelings inside me. It was like there was a whole other consciousness now sharing my body with me. How the hell was I supposed to fight this? “Get it under control kid.”

And I was going to find out what. After Damien left me alone, I stayed in that room for hours. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to find something. And then—I did. An old text. Dusty. Nearly falling apart. The passage sent a chill down my spine: "A union between the beast and the bride will break the chains or doom the bloodline forever." "She will carry the mark of destiny, a symbol of the moon." My heart slammed against my ribs. My hand instinctively went to my hip, fingers grazing over the crescent moon birthmark.