Fiction Beast Lyrics Novels & Stories

she implored, the desperation in her voice growing with each passing second. As Cynthia pushed herself to the limits of her endurance, her fevered body protested with each agonising step. The relentless pursuit of the monstrous beasts continued, and they drew ever closer, their hungry eyes fixed on her vulnerable form. In her fevered delirium, Cynthia's movements became erratic and unsteady. She stumbled over a hidden root, her vision blurring as she fought to stay on her feet. And then, in a cruel twist of fate, one of the pursuing beasts lunged forward, its razor-sharp claws slicing through the air.

“You can’t run from me, Selena. I’ll find you.” The sound of his voice made my skin crawl. It always did. But it wasn’t just his voice—it was the song. The one that had haunted my nightmares for as long as I could remember. I am a beast, capable of doing terrible things... The words wrapped around me like chains, squeezing the air from my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. My feet faltered, my legs heavy, as though the very weight of those words pressed down on me. I am a beast, capable of doing terrible things...

She sings, "My dreamer of dreams, where will you dwell? Will you make your bed in heaven? Or will you stay in hell? Will you meet your maker or remain the co-creator? My dreamer, deep dreamer, make your presence known." The earth starts rumbling beneath me. The entire island quakes. I hear cows mooing and dogs barking. My entire body trembles as I repeat my mother's chant. My back splits open as the beast begins to rise. The baby begins to cry, and I open my eyes. Seeing my monstrous form, he squeals in terror. While he cries and cries, I look deep inside his soul. The two of us become one, and I consume him whole. Mrs. Dotson says, "That's all for today."

The beast groans, inducing terror in me, wrecking my cool. Why does he seem so curious?

“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.

Like it had scared everyone in this black-dominated headquarters. "Well, well, I'm flattered." Still touching Crystal's chin, Xander tilted his head. His warm breath caressed her neck, accompanied by a passionate glance. His lips curved upwards. "You know ... when you decided to enter my world. You should know that there is no way back, Princess," Xander said hoarsely. Crystal's blood rippled, as his words passed through her ears. Her body stung as soon as their skin touched. Deep down she knew that this wasn't right, but it was far too late to run now.

As she quivered, goosebumps appeared on her skin. "Do you believe I was only a dream?" I am as genuine as the sky's moon. As genuine as the blood rushing through your veins,” says the beast. As it responded, the voice hissed and snarled. "Call to me!" "I'm never going to be yours!" I paused. "For you, an evil... but the wicked will perish, and the enemies of the light will vanish like the splendor of the meadows. They're going to vanish into smoke!"

Ana whispered as the beast stopped growling and just looked at her with its gold eyes with anger. “My name is Asteria, not beast, you wench!” The beast in front of her said, it grew brighter as it growled louder. Anastacia and Asteria screamed in chorus as a painful surge of energy went through Anastacia and she curled to a ball and screamed louder and louder until she convulsed and Asteria did the same. They mirrored each other as their growls and creams echoed in Anastacia’s ears while she kept her eyes closed in pain. “Nurse! Hurry!” The doctor said as Anastacia finally opened her eyes.

I want to stop feeling like a terrified girl and start feeling like a monster. "There she is," the voice says, appearing now as a shadow at the edge of the fog. "The beast. The girl who couldn't keep her legs shut, now trying to hide behind her claws. Does Damien like the wolf too? Does he find the animal as easy to manipulate as the girl?" "Leave him out of this!" I growl, my voice dropping an octave, becoming a rasping, bestial thing.

I stopped walking when a red-lion beast suddenly appeared and started messing around at one corner of the street. It is destroying everything on its way, emitting fire, and killing people. With one loud roar, everyone started to panic, run, and hide. "Why is there a beast here inside the kingdom?" I mumble! Suddenly, a hand or something clutched my right arm. I turned around and saw Feirro. "It's a red-lion beast. The top-7 strongest beast of all time." His voice was low, and I could see his face was a bit stunned by the beast.