Belly Of The Beast Novels & Stories

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.

“I don’t know. Couch? Walls? Doors? Flowers on the table, the dog…” “Exactly!” “Exactly what?” “The dog! No. I mean. The wolf. I’m the wolf.” “Cut the crap! What bullshit is—oh. OH. Oh, no!” “Yes! Finally!”

He could sense that this was becoming more and more complicated as it stared at him with its pitch-black eyes. Denver – in his beast form – howled like a madman – before he tried to open the prison cell by colliding his body in it. His eyes widened as he saw the dented prison cell before it whimpered and growled – like it just made him more… livid. This time, even King Levi felt a bit of fear inside him. Even though he knew about this already – he was still disoriented and just so shocked at how this happened. Denver’s beast form is just too powerful, and he didn’t know what might happen if he got out from this cell.

“I shouldn’t have come.” That only enraged him further. “Get back here.” The voice wasn’t his. It was deeper—distorted. The same monstrous tone I remembered from the last full moon. The sound of a beast wearing a man’s skin. I shook my head. “No.” I turned toward the door. Behind me, the chains rattled again—harder this time. “Take one more step,” the beast snarled, “and you’ll regret it.” Fear clamped around my ribs, but I forced myself to move. One step. Then another. I reached the door, pushed it open, and slipped out.

I sing it because my new body knows it is there. The beast staggers mid-lunge. Its flat eye blinks twice. Its momentum carries it past me by an arm-length, and my tail — which is sharper than I have understood, the fan of it edged with obsidian the way an artist edges a finished page — comes around in an arc I do not consciously plan and opens its belly along eight feet of old muscle. It does not die from the cut.

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.

"And I think you're attracted to me too." The beast chuckled, a low rumble that resonated through me. "You're a bold one," it growled, its eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and desire. "Very well, little one." With a swift motion, the beast reached down and undid its belt, letting its pants fall to the ground. My eyes widened as I saw its massive cock spring free, standing tall and proud. It was thick and veiny, pulsing with a life of its own, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervousness.

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

The Beast clawed at my chest, shredding my starmetal shirt. "Burn!" I screamed. I unleashed a pulse of solar flare directly into its mouth. FWOOM. The fire went down its throat. The Beast didn't die. It swallowed. It drank the fire. Its stomach glowed orange for a second, then faded back to gray. It licked its lips. "MORE," a voice hissed from inside the beast. Not the Beast's voice. The voice of the Skeleton in the deep. The Beast clamped its jaws shut. My hands were inside.