Belly Of The Beast 소설 & 이야기

Fenrir growled in a deeply layered human voice, clutching his massive skull with his shadow paws. Deep within the prison of the monstrous entity... another ancient soul was violently awakening. Orion gasped, his eyes wide with revelation as he stared at the beast. "The Beast... the Beast of the Eclipse isn't a creation at all... it is a possessed soul! It's Prince Caelan!" Nyxar's expression instantly darkened into a terrifying mask of fury. "Enough of this madness."

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

The expression on Xyrielle’s face also instantly changed, and she could not help but stand up in unison along with her few friends as they looked toward the big black steel cage. “Mr. Babel, is there still something else inside that big cage?” Xyrielle asked Mr. Babel, who was next to her. Mr. Babel’s eyelids twitched slightly. “Yes, Miss Xyrielle. There is a huge black bull inside the cage. That is the only bull with a white horn, and it looks a little strange and eerie. That is the reason why it has not been released yet!” As Mr. Babel spoke, he hurriedly used his body to block Xyrielle’s body.

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

Bella's voice rang out, clear and strong, despite being still unborn. The Shadow Beast halted, its grip loosening in surprise, it had never heard a fetus speak before. My eyes widened in awe, feeling a surge of pride and wonder at my unborn child's bravery. "Who are you?" the Shadow Beast growled, its voice like thunder. "I am Bella, the future Shaman Queen of Mystic Manor," the tiny voice declared. "Who Dares to touch my Mother?!" Bella speaks in a Tongue unknown to man, Powerful words with a burst of light, the Shadow Beast let out a deafening scream as it was repelled by the light. It began to burn with a Blue flame. That sent the demon screaming into the pits of Hell.

Now hell on the way. "The Beauty is going to face this beast. And this beast is going to claim that beauty."

We need to figure out a way to test our theories, but so far, we haven't found one. My rib pops, which is Beast's way of telling me to back off and stop overanalyzing. I let go of my human side again and give Beast the lead. It's time to kill hellhounds. Beast goes for the largest of the five. Bending low, he strikes at the hip socket in a quick flash before moving out of range. He knows to avoid teeth and claws, and quickly spits out chunks of gristle. The monster spins around facing us and attacks. Beast jumps over him, landing a few feet away and leaving enough space to dive forward and grab another bite of rotted flesh. When Beast moves out of the charging path of the monster, we're hit

Bella warns. “What’s a Kaiju?” Ember asks. “Giant monsters.” Casey responds. Ember makes an O shape with her mouth. “I’ve already dealt with one. It was in the prison of the damned.” I say. “It’s dead now.” “Well then.” Casey says. “Giant monsters shouldn’t be a problem then. You must have killed Gojira, the King of the Monsters. However, there is a three headed dragon that guards that temple. It’s called Onaga.”

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.