Heart Of The Beast の小説・ストーリー

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.

My voice felt small, a fragile thing in a place of monsters. The black beast turned to me, there was a terrifying emptiness in his gaze, Ezekiel took advantage to the distraction and bit into the wolf's neck drawing out blood. But it didn't seem to faze the wolf as it fought back against Ezekiel digging it's claws into the white wolf chest and ripping out its heart.

I pulled a spear from the floor as I advanced and he charged towards me with giant steps that shook the ground. When we were about two meters away, I stopped and held the spear to the attachment of his left leg–right where the beast’s heart is located. “I know you can’t help yourself,” I said, “or largely can’t, but a lot is going on right now and it’s about who is helping and who is not…and if you’re not helping, believe me, you have to go, just like everyone else.” The beast was surprisingly calm. Even it could tell it was backed to a corner.

Goddess help me, I prayed silently. “A mate is the other half of a wolf. The one person who was created just for us. Wolves spend all our lives searching for them. Some people, like me get lucky and we don't have to search that long. Aurora, you are the other half of my soul. When I saw you, it was like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. We were made for each other." I tried to reach out to touch her but she just moved back, shaking her head. I don't think anything in life has ever hurt more than this, not even watching my parents die.

Or did I hear laughter, the kind that didn’t belong in a house built on blood and loyalty? I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and pushed the door open. The world shifted. Vincent stood there, tangled with Stella, my closest friend, my confidante. Their bodies were too close, their smiles too knowing. The room was thick with betrayal, suffocating and raw. My breath caught, my legs threatened to give out. The woman I trusted, the man I loved, their faces so close, so cruel. Stella’s smile was sharp as a knife; Vincent’s gaze was cold, unreadable.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

“It is already doing it.” Silence. She stared at the screen. Then whispered, “So what name does it give us.” That question changed the room again. Even the system seemed to pause. Then the text updated. Slowly. Deliberately. COHERENCE ENTITY DESIGNATION: “A-01/A-02 INTERLOCKED HEART STATE” Silence. Anna blinked slowly. “…interlocked heart state.” Adrian read it silently again. Then said quietly, “That is not standard nomenclature.”

Ryan gazed at the face that had haunted his thoughts for months. The storm of panic raging inside him finally began to quiet. Then, he pulled me into a crushing embrace, his voice shaking. "Emma… You finally came back." To him, I was a treasure he had almost lost forever. To me, his presence was a curse I could not escape. I shoved him away with every ounce of strength I had and tried to slam the door in his face. He asked, "Emma, what happened? Please tell me. Why is this happening? Whatever it is, we can fix it if you just talk to me."

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

Yet the controlled edge of his temper now seemed to seep out uncontrollably, tendrils of it drifting around him, tinting his pitch-black eyes with a hint of scarlet. I shivered involuntarily. Wasn’t the air-conditioning a bit too cold? Before I could say anything, several scarlet comments appeared: “It’s over, it’s over! Henry heard everything!” “Don’t forget! The beast’s hearing is a hundred times better than a human’s. Even through the curtain, it’s like shouting into his ear!” “He heard your words… He’s definitely thinking the female lead is selling her body for that motorcycle!” “Henry must be thinking: “So she behaves so obediently in front of that rich kid, willing to kiss him for mone