Nature Of The Beast Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Now tell me, am I still looking cute to you?" He asked with his deep voice filled with darkness. He smirked when I looked stunned at him. He leaned down on my stiff body. His lips hovered over mine before pulling me into his another heavenly kiss. His lips moved hungrily like he was set on eating me out for dinner, showing me his dominant side. His inner beast was taking over him as he started to release the knots of my dress hungrily while my hands went to grab his neck and shoulder to hold onto him desperately. "Should I stop or do you want me to continue?"

He asked innocently. “Well, yeah.” I blew out a breath. “Thought you heard me walk up to you. It's quiet in here and feet echo.” He shrugged. He was right. I should have heard him walk up if I weren't so lost in thought. “Yeah, I was just um...too engrossed in this I guess.” “In Hot vampire bods?” He snorted at a book cover with a male model in a very interesting pose. “I don't really like vampires. I prefer werewolves.” I smiled, pointing to one with a black wolf staring out with red eyes.

Flipping open the book randomly, my eyes skimmed over words that made no meaning to me. I turned around as heavy footsteps approached, only to find Yeti balancing a ridiculous amount of books in her arms. “Found some good stuff—” she paused as her eyes strayed to the book I was holding. “What is that?” “A book?” She walked past me, dropping the heaps of books on the table before turning back to me. “Let me see that.” She said, prying the book from my fingers. “Forgotten Beasts: A Study on the Supernatural.

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

He would take the job as new Dean of Prestigious Law School. Andrew shook his head in pity. He could only imagine how his brother was going to react when he found out that The Beast was actually a young, tiny Asian woman. His face paled when his thoughts changed to how the professor would react to the news that she had been passed over for his brother. If he knew The Beast’s reputation, she was surely going to react strongly. He was right. The Beast was having an extremely bad day and it had only just begun. When news spread over campus, everyone steered clear of her path. However, an unfortunate few weren’t so lucky in their quest.

She could destroy anything with a single scream of frustration. Walking along the shelves, my fingers run along the books when I see a book that seems to be calling to me. Moving towards it, I pick it up and turn the pages, just scanning the contents when the pages move on their own, stopping on a page. Reading the contents of the page, my beast snarls in my head. “Don’t you fucking dare do this Fen!” I shake my head with a sigh. Closing the book, it opens again to the page I was looking at.

Steve summarized their progress and when Niccoli heard this, his face lit up as though he just remembered something noteworthy. "Did you just say a massive whale so huge it can fit an island on its back? I think I read something similar to that. Wait here." He beamed and without waiting for a response, he ran towards the aisle where most of the books related to Beasticology could be found. They almost forgot that this friend of theirs was a certified beast enthusiast. Meaning, if there was anyone from them who knew anything about this whale, it would be Niccoli. After a few minutes, the young prince returned carrying an enormous book almost as big as half of his body. As soon as he put it do

She could hear them whispering in a language she didn’t understand—but felt in her bones. She tried to move. A growl echoed through the void. Her head jerked up—eyes wide—and there it was. The Beast. Towering. Shrouded in shadow, but its eyes glowed like molten gold. Fur black as a void, horns curling like twisted bone, fangs glinting with something old and terrible. It was neither wolf nor man. It was something before both. Something primal. And it knew her. “I found you, Nyxara,” it rasped, its voice a bone-wracking purr, ancient and bitter.