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He has my soul, I know and I myself gave it him. No matter how far I go away, my beast will find me and cage me in his arms always and forever. - Advika, The Beauty. Obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated. — Siddharth, The Beast. ******

“Out? There is no out. There is only deeper. You want power, Jude. Enough to crush them all. Enough to protect him. Enough to never kneel again.” Raymond’s voice bled in right after, ragged and trembling. Jude, please—don’t listen. Don’t let them— And then another voice crashed in, guttural and broken—Calix’s. “You think you beat me? I am still in you. The beast never dies. Let it out, let it tear, let it bleed. Do it, and you will be more than me.” My head throbbed. The arena tilted. Shadows writhed harder, slamming into the air, spearing up like they wanted to puncture the sky.

"It's Vee's spirit beast. She truly has divine protection..." Before she could finish, she saw the messy words written in blood on the note: [Mother, come save me quickly. They're going to skin me alive.] I saw those words as well and felt helpless. Victoria had thought that she could pit the beastmen against each other, but she had bitten off more than she could chew. It seemed her recent experience was comparable to mine from my previous life. Mother was terrified and immediately followed the spirit beast out to rescue Victoria. However, she suddenly thought of me and grabbed my hand tightly.

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

I took the book and read the only two paragraphs stated in there. "Thou shall not anger the gifted hybrid---it will be the end of your life. The enormous power she possessed will be the future of the whole world. Once her emotion will provoke, prepare for the worst. She will be ruthless and evil when the beast inside her awakens. You do not want to be on the receiving end of her wrath." I gulped. This information freaks me out. The beast inside me? What does it mean? 'Yes, Alex. The beast hasn't awakened yet. She is waiting for the perfect timing. So, it's really important to keep your emotions in control. But don't worry, we will help you fight and control her.' Willow said and the others h

Their clicking screeches are silenced as the Beast simply inhales them, consuming their residual sprite magic in massive, greedy gulps. ​...Liora... Aria, fight... fight the hunger... ​The Beast’s primal urge is a tidal wave, crashing over my desperate attempts to hold onto myself. My vision is a blur of red and void-black. I feel the absolute, raw power humming in these shadow-claws, the intense desire to tear Lirien’s head from her shoulders. ​Suddenly, the western wall of the glade-vein, already compromised by the previous explosion, violently caves in.

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.

Suddenly the beast caught the top of the man's pants, its claw pulled the elastic band back to reveal a symbol on the lower right side of the man's back. I unexpectedly felt a surge of energy inside of me at the sight of it. I stepped forward and the beast looked at me, it snarled, curling its lips back to expose its long, razor-sharp teeth. I could see the claws beginning to smoke as if they were set ablaze and I looked back into those hideous eyes. And from somewhere deep inside me, I assertively whispered, “Relinquo!”

It was like a beast of the old religion. Watching her in horror reminded me of my days of gulping down and feeding my mind in my father's library as a teenager. I remember that one of the books I read in his library contained an image of a beast with four horns seated on a massive head, long tail. The beast had its long, pointed fangs bared to something at the other end of the page. It had long claws which according to the legend, were capable of tearing through anything, including metal.

"A lot of literature says that the original drinkers from the river had their powers influenced by the reflection of their inner self. The original Summoner was an insecure young girl, who wanted to be someone she was not." Delving my hands into my damp hair, I fight the urge to cry, the feeling burning at the back of my eyes. "So you're saying the Beast is...well, a child-eating beast because it was creepy pervert as a human?" Tai asks unnervingly, unsure if he wants an absolute answer. None of us want this. I can tell we all have that uncomfortable feeling lingering over us, accompanied by a feral rage to kill whatever disgusting creature this predator has turned into.