Novel & Cerita In The Heart Of The Beast

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

--- **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.

“Wind doesn’t call your name.” He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because she was right. Beneath the faint sighing of the night, he heard it—Maxim. A sound shaped like temptation. A sound he had killed once and feared to kill again. They reached the heart of the courtyard, where a charred circle marked the place the Hollow had fallen. The ground there pulsed faintly, a rhythm that matched the quickening beat of his heart. He crouched, running a hand over the cold stone. The Beast inside him leaned forward like a wolf scenting prey.

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.

“Don’t let it break you, Sasha. You’re stronger than this.” Sasha nodded, her grip on the Heart steadying. With Alaric and Ethan by her side, the odds no longer felt insurmountable. The creature rose again, its form shifting, growing more grotesque. Sasha, Alaric, and Ethan moved as one, their combined strength pushing back against the darkness. But as the fight raged on, Sasha felt the Heart pulling at her again, its whispers growing darker, more seductive. “This is only the beginning,” it purred. “You can’t stop what’s coming.”

The beast was constantly throwing me his saliva but I managed to avoid it all. I jump higher into the top of a big rock while my scythe in my right hand. Sabrina continuously releases her arrow towards the beast aiming its eyes. A grin plastered in my lips when I saw the beast's heart in its forehead. My jaw drops when the beast throws its saliva towards the arrow and it quickly melts. Oh crap. Sabrina gasped while eyes widened in shock. "Sabrina! Hit its forehead! That's the beast heart!" I yelled while jumping from the rock and ran like a flash distracting again the beast.

Isobelle I finished getting ready, then took a moment to compose myself. Madame Bennett had awakened thanks to the active werewolf gene. Someone needed to keep those wayward quadruplets in check, and my wolf side wanted to snap at their tails and remind them who she was — who I was. Their mate. Their equal. I twisted the doorknob, peeping through the crack between the wood. Bare bodies scurried past my line of sight in a blur. A distinct sign they heard me approaching. I took two deep breaths before striding out through the bedroom door. The musky essence of arousal filled my airways, feeding my confidence.

As a human, she wouldn't be able to detect the energy in the room, though she might feel the rise in temperature if she paid close attention. "Stay where you are," I tell her as she takes a small step back. Another growl releases from Beast. The internal battle is causing physical pain, and Beast shreds my insides refusing to back down. My vision goes red around the edges. Marinah Church is a threat, and Beast knows she needs to be eliminated. "King," Beck says from behind me. His tone in that one word means he understands I'm at a crossroads. "I've got this," I assure him through clenched teeth even though I'm not sure I do.

The beast grabbed him by his neck, all Carson's effort for the beast to let go was futile. "You're such a big fool to think you can defeat me". The beast said, ready to pull out Carson's heart but his hand hung in the air which made Carson quickly get loose from the beast's grip. Carson, without wasting time, dug his claws inside the beast's chest and removed the beast's heart which made the beast die instantly. Their guardians joined them immediately but were surprised to see the beast lying on the ground lifeless. "We did it, dad". Carson said, smiling, and looked at Susannah who had helped him from getting his heart pulled out.