Fiction Beast Lyrics Novels & Stories

Just enough to protect us. "Now what?" "Now we wait." "For what?" "For the beast to come close enough." The baby's still glowing. Still crying. But I hold her tight. Let her light shine. Because that light is bait. And the beast is hungry. Sound comes from the edge of the clearing. Footsteps. Big ones. Then it appears. Shadow beast. But bigger than before. Stronger. Made of darkness so thick it hurts to look at. Red eyes burning like coals. Claws long as swords.

His voice is small and quiet when he declares, “You’re free. You don’t have to live with a monster like me. You can go. If you’ve changed your mind.” I close my eyes. We’re just throwing words into the ocean at this point. Empty, without meaning them.” “Maybe I will,” I murmur. And the waves crash like applause for a lie neither of us believes.

TWELVE The Beast spilled into the house, quick as running water, inky and filthy water from deep within a well. It had teetered for too long, poured out now, something glorious in its release. When it opened its mouth to roar, it did so not with anger, but ecstasy. The sound it made was akin to dead branches clattering together.

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

As my soul began to fade, becoming more and more translucent, Zach reached out into the thin air, almost as if in a trance. "Joey, was it this painful… before you died? Joey, I avenged you," he murmured. Then, a sudden flash of lights flickered behind him, and the shrill wail of sirens sliced through the night. Without a second thought, Zach jumped into the bear enclosure.

it was the bond, it had to be the bond or maybe it was the beast? ‘Or maybe it is just you’ the remark came but with an unrecognisable voice, and unrecognisable tone that I couldn’t even decipher if it was English that I had heard. I inhaled sharply, my fingers curling into my fists as I felt the beast inside me grow stronger and stronger. “No” I fired aloud, unwilling to give in to what I know where the beasts demand. Unwilling to let it get out, because that was exactly what it was trying to do.

Angels certainly are scary creatures. Grimacing, I step over a dead trunk. I almost lose my balance and place my hand on something sturdy to keep it. It’s not until after I withdraw my hand that I realize I was using Beast’s chest as my support. Blushing, I abruptly swallow and pretend I never touched him. “Err, beautiful weather, isn’t it?” Damn. I just ‘beautifully weathered’ Beast. The guy can’t even speak. He must think I’m stupid, or worse; he already knows I’m dumb.

I snake my arms around Damona’s waist, a little shaking and hugging her tightly because for the first time in my life, I am so scared. This beast in front of us is the beast that lives inside my body. The small hair all over my body rose when the beast spoke my name creepily while grinning like an evil. I felt goosebumps---no, we all felt goosebumps and hugged each other. “ALEXANDRIA,” the beast mentioned my name. My four spirits circled around me and stared dagger at the beast. But the beast laughed loudly, making me shiver. I rarely get scared, so why now? Did the beast do this?

These thoughts make me want to throw up, but I cannot even control that anymore. Our body - I cannot even think of it as mine anymore because I don't even have even a little ounce of control anymore. We start to move. Each step makes me shiver. It has been so long I feel this kind of dread. The beast lifts our head and lets out a howl that makes the whole forest shake. I pray to the moon goddess that we would not find any victims. I can sense all the animals running away. Their fear makes the beast happy. “Just eat the animals instead…” I beg. But it doesn't listen to me- it growls for me to keep shut. It wants something more than just animals. It wants to hunt something that will try to fig

It paced back and forth nervously, its heightened senses on constant alert. “What do you fear?” I asked with icy words. Then, an invisible force sent me flying. “I FEAR NOTHING!” the beast roared, its sharp claws poised for the imminent confrontation. Our ears picked up sinister laughter echoing in the darkness, and insidious, invisible hands like specters grasped our fur, trying to drag us deeper into the endless abyss. “We don't have time to fight, beast. How the hell do we escape this hell?” I growled, digging my claws into the ground, struggling to avoid being dragged into eternal darkness.