Belly Of The Beast Novels & Stories

The silver beast turned and bare sharp teeth at the bigger beast. Bathal’s beast Beltza was tall, taller than Calleb’s wolf, Pilak, and its head was bigger. His snout was longer, and his mouth was foaming even against the muzzle. Beltza’s fur was no longer as beautiful and radiant as it once was. His fur was almost completely black with waves of dirty white. His fur was soiled and smeared with filth, and so was his mind. ‘Calleb.’ Pilak called the name of his human in his mind. ‘Calleb Shaldan. I command you to speak!’ Pilak tried to connect with his human as he growled, but Calleb’s consciousness remained silent.

A handsome man in a black robe and red hair stood firmly above the beast. “How dare you humiliate me! You must have a death wish!” The beast suddenly divided into two, then four, and soon, thousands of beasts were in the void. They opened their massive jaws and unleashed deafening growls. Overwhelming sound waves permeated the sky. The giant beasts instantly devoured everyone in the area, including James. The next moment, James found himself in the beast’s stomach.

He took his time pointing each rib to the ceiling in a parody of jagged mountain tops. The amalgam of rotted viscera which lay within her had been removed at dawn while the temperatures were still cool enough to prevent the stench of it multiplying. Face screwed in disgust, Gerfast had stepped back as her swollen belly spilled contents cradled within, onto the floor in wet sucking sounds. The foetid odour that permeated from her insides set his nostrils quivering with a burn-like sensation starting at the back of his eyes. The disease had eaten her through and through and left it dark.

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

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.

had only ever been Waiting for me to be Fat enough with Power to be Worth the Bite. "You aren't a Queen, Mother," the Beast stated, its eyes turning into two hollow, violet Zeros. "You are a High-Density Energy-Source on the blueprint of my hunger. And I am the Mouth". The claws lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Carnal Necessity hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Hollowed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Prey-Variables." My rage was being turned into "Adrenaline for the Chase"; my grief was being turned into "The Salt of the Blood".

I left my office and walked into the living room, hoping the movement would settle the uneasiness building inside me, It didn't. My wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, refusing to settle. “Can we go out and bring her ourselves?” my wolf asked. I stopped walking. “You know that’s impossible. How can you suggest that?” I said. The idea was absurd, I couldn't simply leave the palace and go searching for a woman in the middle of the day. The curse prevented me from stepping into sunlight, and there were limits to what I could even do. But my wolf didn't care about any of that, he wanted her.

He was just standing behind me all this time looking unbothered but the tension was starting to get heavy and I felt like I couldn’t handle a situation like this any longer. I yelped when someone tried to reach out to me and grazed my arm. My heart felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest but before he could actually hold on to my arm, Zeke pulled him away from me. Everything happened so fast that when I blinked, I saw the guy flying meters back across the forest. I couldn’t help but gasp. Zeke did that? But how? “Oh, I see what’s happening here.” The man with a scar on his face walked closer. “You are actually gatekeeping your prey.”

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.