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Instead, he was so full of himself and his face had all manifestations of the bitterness written all over it. “I don’t have any plans to spare you. You’re just gonna breakdown over here now. I have no intention to free you and no intention to hear your wishes. Just rot here,” he said as he tightened the ropes around my body with the pillar. I was already tired of begging with him. From this moment on I realized that he wasn’t human. He was a beast in the name of a human. He was just an animal who was disguised as a human. “You’re animal. You’re such a beast,” I screamed before he tucked a cloth into my mouth.

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

It split into four mandibles, lined with rows of serrated, yellow teeth. It was the size of a tank. It looked at me. Its eyes were milky white cataracts. "A Behemoth," I whispered, recognizing the creature class from the oldest Archives. "A Carrion Beast." The beast sniffed the air. It smelled the star-metal Heart beating in the center of the room. It growled. A wet, gurgling sound. It ignored me. It walked toward the Heart. "Hey!" I shouted. "Doggy!"

Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

“We are bonded by a sacred Law. A structure must be maintained to keep the balance of the mate bond in check.” “Oh please,” Finn scoffed. “You’re only mad you didn’t get here first.” A low growl rumbled from Ares, and muscles coiled like he was seconds from tearing Finn apart. “Oh look,” Gunner smirked, “the beast awakens. Again.” “You want to die tonight?” Ares turned fully toward him, murderous. “Because I will make you suffer for this.” “No one is killing anyone!” Vivia barked out, stepping in front of me with hands on her hips like she owned the entire moon-gifted world.

Adrian cried out, bleeding and exhausted. The massive beast snapped its head toward him. For a terrifying second, Adrian couldn't tell if any piece of the man he loved was left inside. But then, those golden eyes locked onto the blood streaming down Adrian’s arm. A low, anguished roar ripped from the creature's chest. The hunters spilled into the room, silver weapons raised. "There he is!" their leader shouted—an old sorcerer whose eyes burned with dark, corrupted magic. "Subdue him!" But seeing Adrian's blood broke something inside Cassian. A raw, primal fury ignited within the beast, driven by a desperate need to protect his mate. He threw himself at the hunters with terrifying savagery, h