Nature Of The Beast Book Romane & Geschichten

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

I was certain I would be followed as soon as I step out of here. Yet my body raged for it, my wolf fighting against my better sense, for the first time in a long while. I was hanging by a thin thread. I needed a distraction to dissuade me from giving into my baser needs. That was how I usually kept the beast in check. Still, it was a persistent big fucker, my wolf. And it wanted desperately to see Delia, more than I wanted to have common sense. I made for the door. Duke blocked me immediately.

"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

It seems like I have guessed correctly because I see Indigo and Ajax casting awkward glances at one another. Indigo nervously chuckles. “Wow. You are a lot sharper than I give you credit for.” He jokes in a weak attempt to lighten the mood, to which Ajax returns with a pointed sneer. Indigo quickly clears his throat to regain his posture. “Sorry. Belle, you’re right. We are keeping the existence of abnormal wolves secret.”

I continued, "but the beast isn't a monster. He's a kind and gentle soul who's been cursed by the Goddess. As I yelled, a loud yell could be heard from inside the castle, causing the people to stare in fear. I watched as they gazed up, and I saw the beast emerge from his castle and start walking towards us. The men around me were freaking out, but I stood still, unable to look away from the creature's approach. I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he looked at me.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

“Call for Augustus to check on Sarah to give her something. I must leave now. The beast is pushing to be on the surface. He wants to mate with her.” I said, while my body shook, and my claws dug into the wall behind me. “Mate her now. She is ours. MATE HER.” I gave Sarah one last longing look, then jumped from the balcony. I ran towards the trees and howled angrily. The beast wasn’t happy, neither did I. It took me till nightfall to feel more in control. I didn’t shift because I don’t know what he would do if I gave him control over my body and mind.

“She already smells like temptation. Let me out. Let her see what we really are.” Cold water bit into my skin as I scrubbed the fox blood from beneath my nails, grounding myself in the sting. The heat of the fire behind me, the sound of water sloshing in the bucket, the faint scrape of straw as she wove—every sensation pulled at me from different directions. “You know we shouldn’t,” I said aloud, jaw tight as I scoured harder. “I’m shifting,” the beast decided. “Standing here naked with her peeking through her fingers like a skittish rabbit is inefficient. Let me take over while the clothes dry.”

She is already afraid of me and that is the last thing I would want to do if I want to be in her good book. I sighed again as I did not know what to do. But one thing I know is that I am never letting her go no matter what. I just got her. How am I going to get rid of the fear she has? How am I going to get her to trust me. Most of all, how am I going to make her love. Can she love a beast like me? I know she feels the sparks when we touch. I have seen it in her eyes.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.