Heart Of The Beast の小説・ストーリー

His blazing eyes had some sort of hypnotizing energy to them and with my exasperated body, I found myself getting dizzy and lightheaded and almost falling into the boiling lava underneath his throne. But his hands had caught me somehow. And for all I could remember was him whispering after sniffing me, "you do not belong here." "The heart. I need it," I mumbled out despite looking at death right in front of me. I couldn't care less about the implications. I'd bargain to earn it this time. I grew desperate, knowing I was way too weak for a fight and trying to initiate one against such giant—the number one beast of the wild— would be suicide.

I move through bodies, sniffing the air and huffing in frustration. Too many bodies between me and what is mine. I move through the battlefield on elongated limbs that bend and flex in ways nature never intended. My claws sink deep into churned earth, each step tearing trenches into soil and bone alike. Wolves scatter when they see me. Some try to stand their ground. “Find it,” the beast inside me croons, her voice layered beneath mine. “The Heart calls.” I lift my head and inhale. Copper. Ash. Fear. And beneath it—

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. ***

And this, this is it. "Not when I have the heart of the boss." I blurt out. Nothing has ever sounded this pathetic, presumably, but I have to keep at my game. "Now you've completely lost it all, my sweet little whore! But I love your naivety. You..." "I am not naive, Ajay!" I slope my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under his shirt. If only I could, I would rip it out in just one thrust of my claws. "But even if I am delusional, I don't mind. I would love to keep thinking that this heart of the boss right here, echoes for me."

The Beast The human tried to pull the reins of our minds as the blast of power shook the swamp. I merely glanced over our shoulder as moss swayed, waves of that magnificent force finally stirring a world long lost, the door that locked it out of this existence as we knew it, rattled. She was the key, the answer to destruction and salvation, he will never tell her that though. Human fool? No, but letting everything rest on one being's choices, choices made without all the answers, that was a gamble. I hoped he knew what he was doing. For the fate of a world locked away counted on it. He was relying on the fate of the heart. Something so broken in that woman it was a wonder she had anything le

When Elara’s family fell into debt, she signed a paper believing it would save them — never knowing she was signing her freedom away. Kaelen Rourke, the coldest and most powerful man in the city, bought her without hesitation. He married her not for love, but as an arrangement — a wife to show the world, and a servant to keep his house. From the first day, he made it clear: she was purchased, not chosen. He gave her orders instead of kindness, called her a transaction instead of a partner, and kept her at a distance as if she were something to be hidden. Yet beneath his harsh words and icy silence, Elara sees something else — a man who guards his heart like a fortress, afraid that letting

“Whatever you choose to do with it is none of my concern. That money was given to you as compensation for what happened between us that night.” My brows immediately furrowed, I could feel irritation rising inside me as I listened to him. Then he stopped in front of me. “You are here because I need you,” he said. “And what I need from you is for you to share my bed every night.” The moment he stopped in front of me, I spat directly in his face. For a second, the Beast simply stood there. The surprise on his face was unmistakable. Clearly, he hadn't expected me to react that way, a frown formed on his face but I didn't care.

The darkness swirling around the beast's fur writhed violently, as if it were being burned from the inside out. Aiden took one more step forward, his voice filled with absolute, unwavering trust. "I know you're still in there. You protected the innocent people of this world once. You can do it again." The beast's massive claw began to tremble. Its crimson eyes flickered wildly before turning a brilliant, clear sky-blue for a brief heartbeat. A single, massive tear fell from Fenrir's eye, splashing onto the stone beside Aiden. Suddenly, the Heart Key exploded with a brilliant, blinding flash of pure celestial light. Ancient, glowing chains of silver wrapped securely around the massive beast—n

Wolves screamed throughout the mountain as synchronization bonds ruptured violently across the packs, and for one horrifying moment it felt less like a city collapsing and more like a living creature dying from the inside out. The Heart was awake. Not partially. Not responding. Awake. Its gigantic silver eye rotated slowly within the cracked sphere while endless black veins spread across its surface like living roots. Every emotion flooding the sanctuary fed directly into it now. Fear. Rage. Obsession. Grief. Love. Despair. The Heart consumed all of it greedily, pulsing brighter each second while reality itself distorted around the throne. And its attention remained fixed entirely on Ronan a

It pulsed with a dark light, a heartbeat, a rhythm that matched my own. "The heart," I whispered. I approached the door. The shadows grew closer, their whispers filling the air. "Turn back." "You do not belong here." "You will be lost." "You will never return." I ignored them. I placed my hand on the door, and it opened. Beyond the door, there was a chamber. It was vast, filled with pillars of obsidian. In the center, on a pedestal of bone, there was a heart. It was black, pulsing with dark light, beating with a rhythm that was not quite human.