Belly Of The Beast Novels & Stories

“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 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.

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

The Belly of the Beast ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​Stepping into the Black Cathedral was like walking directly down the throat of a massive, dead beast. ​There were no torches, no windows, and no light of any kind, but the darkness wasn't blind. The jagged obsidian walls pulsed with a sickly, faint crimson luminescence, like blood pumping through diseased veins. The architecture defied physics—massive, curved arches resembling the ribs of a leviathan stretched high above our heads, dripping with a thick, black condensation that smelled like rusted iron and rotting meat.

Ronan didn’t hesitate. His body cracked and bent, the shift overtaking him in one fluid, violent motion. His skin split open like a second birth, revealing the beast beneath—taller than any normal wolf, monstrous and terrifying with fur black as midnight, hooked claws, demon horns, and glowing eyes that promised death. His roar shattered the forest. The first rogue sprinted straight at him, thinking brute force would be enough. It wasn’t. Ronan met him mid-leap, caught his skull between his jaws, and crushed it like an overripe melon. Blood sprayed across the snow in a thick arc as he tossed the corpse aside with a flick of his neck.