The Beast Eye Quivers Elden Ring Novels & Stories

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,

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.

Emerald eyes dig deep into my soul, he is not alone his beast that resides within makes himself known through Deimos's eyes. His iris is split into two halves one emerald the other pitch black. Both my males registering the words I just said. He seems to be engulfed in a haze unable to spew words. Taking in huge gulps of air through his nose chest expanding filling himself. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my stomach and linger there for a while. My soul feels everything he does yet I wish to hear from him directly.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

A few feet away from them was Lira who was trying her best to crawl away but she had a huge wound on her stomach and leg. My whole body stilled when I felt vibrations and heard low growls behind me. I am not scared of him, but the thought of the beast, who was said to annihilate everyone in Eldoria behind me, was terrifying enough. I swallowed deeply and even with my knees shaking, I managed to turn around to look at him and my eyes connected with a pair of raging red eyes. So terrifying yet familiar set of eyes. My eyes softened and I reached out a hand to the beast that still resembled both of my mates.

"Leo... what on earth was that?" Leo’s silver fur stood completely on end. His usually playful, mischievous eyes had become deadly serious, reflecting the ominous crimson sky. *Fenrir.* Aiden swallowed hard, his throat dry. "The Beast of the Eclipse." "Can Dad beat him?" Leo hesitated, his ears twitching as the distant thundering approached. Then, he answered with brutal honesty. *I don't know, Aiden.* Outside the eastern gates, the very earth began to tremble violently. Towering pines snapped like fragile twigs under an immense weight. A thick, suffocating wall of black mist rolled aggressively through Blackthorn Forest, swallowing the terrain and snuffing out the light in its path.

Armor protects him from the forest and the spell imbedded within his palm connects with his treasured beast, granting their sights briefly. The hounds that are circling the site have their stomachs glow with a catalyst rune that looks like an all-seeing eye. This eye is connecting to all the lower joints of the heart seekers and the veins within theirs. A coloration begins to shape into the same bleak eye as butcher. All at once, the heart seekers eyes turn into the same hue and pupil shape as Butcher’s orbs. Each and every seeker darts their eyes from the distance that they are at, looking over yonder, pass trees and even clearings. One mutt sees three figures approaching the sight from the

Her eyes sharpened at the sight. There it was… The beast. Its red eyes glowed like embers, breath rolling from its jaws in heavy smoke. It pawed at the ground, claws raking deep grooves into the soil. Muscles coiled under its skin as it scraped one paw again and again, ready to spring. Rage emanated from it like fire. Anana stepped forward. The earth trembled beneath her, dust swirling in violent gusts, but she did not move back. She locked eyes with the creature's molten gaze. Fear once her chain was nothing but ashes scattered in the wind.

Aegeus's eyes flashed with inspiration. His mind was a mess and his reasoning was clouded, yet he could feel the spirit of war bubbling within him. His power as a Berserker filled his bones with strength and made them tougher than the most precious of stones. His muscles were akin to the thick hide of an Ascension Beast - a beast of divinity - and the blood that run through his veins were as precious as gold. The rubies lodged within his eye sockets gleamed as a great thirst for battle filled his bones. His arms ached, but he was a Body Wielder! Pain, persistence and endurance were his bread and butter! Unless his bones were crushed to dust and his muscles torn to bits, he would still fight!

Or rather, the Beast stood. His body was no longer wholly his: horns like molten obsidian curled from his skull, wings unfolded in vast arcs of shadow-edged flame, and claws tore furrows into the stone. His chest heaved with each breath, steam and fire rolling out of him, and his eyes glowed like twin furnaces. Where he walked, the ground cracked. Where he struck, Hollow creatures disintegrated in shrieks of ash. Elira felt every pulse of him through Zara’s binding threads. Each heartbeat was a hammer on her ribs, each flex of his wings a surge of fire in her veins. He was beyond return now—yet without him, they would have been crushed in the first charge.