Heart Of The Beast の小説・ストーリー

I can't imagine what those rascals will be doing to people now. I got home and found it difficult to sleep because of what I was thinking. After an hour.. I fell asleep unconsciously. Another location "The beast is not coming to save the people" A demon said as he deep his hand into a human chest, removed her heart and ate it, drinking the blood.

They were hungry and needed to feed before dusk. "Please, let me go" The prey said to the predator who held her neck tight. “No” he answered. She knew it was too late for that as prince Ivar pulled the v necked of her hood. His curved fangs made a wet slick as they slide down his gums. Then he lowered his head opened his mouth wide and with a groan from deep in his gut, brought his fangs down. Pierced the pale skin and sank the sharp fangs deep into the girls throat.

To calm his rage, Beast finds it better to leave this place, otherwise, he won't take long to crush the heart of the man under his feet. On the gesture of the Beast, they all started taking out his heart while the man was on the verge of losing his last breaths. Beast strided out of the place. He was feeling an extreme urge to find some peace. Deciding something with himself, he walked out of the building. “Hoor and Nofil, you guys take this heart and go to the hospital as soon as possible. Someone there needs this heart urgently.” Nofil and Hoor went to the hospital, changing their disguise.

--- **The Heart's Deception** The forest resists. Branches twist into snares. Lightning animates glass wolves, their howls ringing like shattered windows. Tyrax's gift-the current in my blood-lets me shatter them, but each burst drains me, leaving charred nerves and phantom storms. Eden fights differently now, his void scars leaching darkness into the soil, sprouting obsidian brambles that strangle the forest's wrath. We find the heart at dusk. A stormcloud trapped in a glass orb, suspended atop a plinth of fused lightning. It seethes, its core a swirling eye of green-black fury. The First Storm, the Weaver's first failure.

The runes flared so brightly I had to shield my eyes, and the fae stepped back into the shadows with an eerie calm, as though he’d been waiting for this. A shape began to rise from beneath the shrine—a clawed limb of pure obsidian, steaming with ancient power. Whatever had awakened wasn’t just part of the mountain. It was the mountain. “The Heart of the Beast,” the fae whispered. “You’ve stirred it.” “What is it?” Trenton demanded, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity. His body tensed like he was ready to fight something ten times his size. “The one who guards the fate of the bond,” the fae answered. “It does not tolerate indecision. The bond has been quest

He didn't even know how to react. He rose and moved toward me. Just as he reached out, ready to close his hand around my throat, the drug surged through him again. Grinding his teeth, he gave up, thinking, 'So be it. Grant humans five years. Such lowly creatures can't even stir up any real trouble.' But then he found himself noticing something else—his queen was strikingly beautiful. Her smile was bright, her eyes clear and unruffled when awake, as if nothing in the world surprised her. Yet asleep, stripped of her defenses, she looked like the innocent girl she still was at her age.

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

Leave me, it will be better. - No! - Tristan reached out to the girl, but she recoiled from his hand. The sky began to darken. Tantario jumped up and looked around tensely. He felt the approach of the beast - the one who took possession of the body of his beloved, and now intends to devour her soul. The wind increased, howling over the rock. The girl got up and walked away. The darkness thickened in front of her, turning into a huge, terrible creature, whose body was covered with slimy black and scarlet scales. Flapping its holey wings, the beast waited for the girl to climb onto its back. Ira pressed herself against the disgusting neck. Tristan watched in horror as the oily liquid swallowed

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!"

He and Levi had been experiencing it for five years now, but since he found his mate, his inner beast has become more aggressive in taking over him. It was the reason why Levi had been keeping an eye on him. However, he would also want some privacy – especially now that he already had Shea. But then, this was something that he had to get a grip of. Denver’s mind was drifting somewhere else when he suddenly felt his heart thumping so fast inside his chest. He tried to swallow hard, but his breathing became so heavy, that he couldn’t move his limbs – causing the wineglass that he was holding to fall from his grip.