Heart Of The Beast Novels & Stories

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

He rolled out of its way, Arya jumped on its back. It bucked around the room wildly, trying to throw her off. The deafening screech spewed out of its mouth. She dug in deeper with her claws. Her teeth tore into the leather in a frenzy, focusing her attack in that soft area behind the flaps. A slow red pulse emitted from just beneath a flap. ‘At the center of most creatures lies the heart.’ His mother’s words carried through the fog of war. He lunged at the heart. Tearing with his teeth, clawing with his razor-sharp nails. He ripped through the hard leather and tore its heart out with his teeth.

The group of clustered beasts leapt towards Heather’s unconscious body. “Mother, wake up…,” They tugged at her hands, and legs; their fangs surfaced and hungry as ever, they plowed into every inch of her. Swathing her with their possessive love; they stole her organs, especially skin, until only her heart was left. “Yum, this would taste so good.” One of them pounced on Heather’s heart and started chewing it, then began to pirouette into the atmosphere, howling, and chasing the wind. “Let’s go find a new mother.”

“Who said you don’t have beast? We are born with it. It’s just sleeping inside you. Call for him. Draw in is strength.” Aluxious’ lashes flickered. I can’t die. His heart raced again. Beast…I need you. He never had to try this before because the training never hurt this bad. Beast… Nothing happened. His breath heaved. Beast…I need your strength. His heart slowed, growing weaker by the second. Bea… The next time Aluxious blinked his eyes open, he was still in the same position. The shroud of darkness lifted from his gaze and he could see clearly through the dark. His heart banged against his ribs.

He nipped my earlobe, and I gasped, "Lucas!" "You're mine now and forever . . . say it," he spoke in a rough raspy voice, and it was at that moment, I realized he had partially shifted into something that could only be described as beast man. His body was covered with fur and his face had morphed into that of a wolfman. "Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck. Yes! God! All yours! Do it!" "Come for me, Isobelle, come with me," he commanded. Lucas jerked his hips, and from my peripheral vision, I saw him rear his head back. He let out a loud howl that was part-human, part-wolf, and raw sex.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

He was right behind me and I had no idea of his state of mind, if he was in one of his frighteningly bloodthirsty mood or not and not knowing what his thoughts were horrified me. But I have a conscience. The Devil knows that this is wrong as well, but the Beast of Hell does not have a conscience, neither does he possess a heart to care about anyone's feelings. He cannot be constrained by guilt, he cares not about my mother's feelings and will not hesitate to hurt her as long as in the end he gets what he wants. Which is me… but I am nothing special without my status: as a maiden. I cannot help but think that he is chiefly interested in my virginity.

Alpha Thorin would enjoy hearing that things are not as portrayed within the pack that dared insult him. The girl confused Beast. He wanted to chase after her, ask her who she was and why she did what she did, but it wasn’t the time. He watched the way she dropped from the tree. That was a choice, and she was effortless in her ki.ll. He never met a female on the same level of darkness as he was. It was magnetic. Their energies reached out for one another. Was this more than a simple ally in silence? Beast tore his gaze from the packhouse with a smirk and faded into the treeline. He collected the unconscious Dean and drifted out of the pack lands like a ghost in the night. It was time to regr

I watched through her eyes, powerless, as she lunged at the bear. The queen stood tall, raising her claws, a faint glow gathering around her paws, but she was no match for the ruthless precision of the my wolf With a feral snarl, my wolf pounced, sinking her claws deep into the queen’s chest. The bear roared in pain, as the wolf dug mercilessly, retrieving the shimmering crystal lodged inside her heart. The Heartstone wasn’t like the others I’d seen before, it was pure white. My wolf dropped it into the obsidian vase Xareth always carried. And that was when everything changed.

Cassian murmured, his eyes fixed on the distant capital. Rhea turned to face them. “Once we get in, we’ll need to move quickly. The Heart is hidden in the ruins beneath the Wolf God’s altar. But it’s guarded. Not by soldiers—but by something much older.” Lia furrowed her brow. “What do you mean by ‘something older’?” “The Heart was never meant to be found,” Rhea said, her voice low. “The Wolf God’s power binds it. Only those who can withstand the trials can reach it.”