Novel & Cerita Read The Beast Within

She sings, "My dreamer of dreams, where will you dwell? Will you make your bed in heaven? Or will you stay in hell? Will you meet your maker or remain the co-creator? My dreamer, deep dreamer, make your presence known." The earth starts rumbling beneath me. The entire island quakes. I hear cows mooing and dogs barking. My entire body trembles as I repeat my mother's chant. My back splits open as the beast begins to rise. The baby begins to cry, and I open my eyes. Seeing my monstrous form, he squeals in terror. While he cries and cries, I look deep inside his soul. The two of us become one, and I consume him whole. Mrs. Dotson says, "That's all for today."

The beast must have let go of me when it couldn’t hold off Liev and Axel anymore. Liev grabbed hold of my face, my ears ringing as he checked me for injuries, asking me questions, questions I couldn’t hear and wasn't ready to answer as I had mine waiting for me. The more I asked myself, the more I discovered that Devyn wasn’t just hiding a monster beneath him; it was a beast—a beast of the demon god. I knew that fucking darkness when I saw it. I’d seen it in Aslan, and it was impossible to unsee it after perceiving it for the first time.

I snarled menacingly at him. “Alpha ae the red wolves, I offer yae a bone lad, the memories once stolen shall be restored, in time.” “I don’t need your bull shit riddles, old man,” I fumed. “I’ll take you to the bottom and place you with the rest…” I warned before The Beast took over and roared. I’d never moved so effortlessly between forms. What had once felt like trudging through mud now gave way like a fish in water. I was vaguely aware of Bri standing behind me with Beau’s support.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.

“I shouldn’t have come.” That only enraged him further. “Get back here.” The voice wasn’t his. It was deeper—distorted. The same monstrous tone I remembered from the last full moon. The sound of a beast wearing a man’s skin. I shook my head. “No.” I turned toward the door. Behind me, the chains rattled again—harder this time. “Take one more step,” the beast snarled, “and you’ll regret it.” Fear clamped around my ribs, but I forced myself to move. One step. Then another. I reached the door, pushed it open, and slipped out.

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

And standing over us wasn't the Rowan I knew. Rowan was standing on all fours, but his body was a nightmare of transformation. He wasn't a sleek, noble wolf like the others. He was something older, something darker. His fur was a deep, bruised violet-black, and his eyes were twin pools of amethyst fire. He was larger than Valerius, larger than any of the hounds. He was the **Beast** the Aethel-Corp had tried to drown in a sea of gold ink. He let out a howl that shattered the remaining glass in the warehouse. It wasn't a sound of victory. It was a sound of **Grief**.

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

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