Belly Of The Beast Novels & Stories

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 beast charged at us with renewed fury, its monstrous form looming large against the shadows. "Sasha, remember, we are stronger together," Alec shouted, his voice ringing out above the beast's roars. I nodded, trying to steady my racing heart. "I know, Alec. We can do this." With a deep, echoing growl, the beast lunged at us, the air crackling with raw energy. I pushed back my fear, focusing on Alec's reassuring presence by my side. Together, we stood our ground, meeting the beast head-on. The clash was monumental, the shockwave rippling through the shadowy landscape of the Veiled Haven. Alec was a whirlwind of strength and determination, his every move resonating with our shared resolve.

he asked, his voice low and gravelly, though his hands trembled slightly with restraint. Belle smiled, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I’m a beast..it will hurt you..” “Do I look like I’m afraid of what you’re going to do to me…mm” she cocked her head too the side as she let her eyes trail down to the huge bulge in his pants.

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 didn’t stop there, no; he walked me up a grand staircase, straight out of a storybook, and down a hallway with a fancy runner beneath his feet that were aggressively furry. Did a furry dog-human-beast live in this wonderfully elegant castle? What universe had I fallen into? The beast shoved his shoulder into another door, swung it open, and suddenly I fell backward onto a bed. The covers were satin, silky beneath my fingertips, and I almost admired the beautiful woodwork of the four-post bed. But his presence sucked any admiration from my body, along with my breath and my sanity. His beast form was out, but he struggled against it, pushing him back, while his human form pleaded to be seen

Elder Ravenn’s face darkened to a dangerous crimson. “Mind your tongue, girl,” he roared, unleashing his dominance in a crushing wave meant to force submission. The air thickened, heavy with ancient power. Principal Belle shrank visibly, slipping from her chair and lowering her head as instinct demanded. Bella did not move. Her spine straightened instead. Something old and feral stirred beneath her skin—something that did not bow to councils or outdated laws. The hybrid blood within her surged, hot and unforgiving.

“The beast is starting to move because it can already sense that we have teamed up.” The beast was now heading toward us, roaring again, raising its legs to attack Alexa, but she flew up. “Now,” she shouted, started muttering in a foreign language, and pointed her finger toward me. The illusion magic worked wonders as expected because Cara grew in size, just like the beast. “This size feels so incredible, and I love it,” she muttered, then let out a growl as she moved closer to the beast. She let out a deafening growl that shook the room and attacked the beast, hitting it hard in the face.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,