The Beast's Possession Mga Nobela at Kwento

She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes. "Beastman. That's what you call the people who had an ancient spirit beast's blood. Hansel and Hannah attracted a lot of spirit beasts when they were hurt. Spirit beasts desired the blood of an ancient spirit beast because it will make them stronger. They are two blood fighting inside Hannah and Hansel's body. One is the blood of a human and the other is the blood of an..." Soheila took down the book and gulped. "...ancient spirit beast." The bathroom suddenly opened and Soheila saw Theodore coming out wearing a thick black shirt and black pants. Theodore was wiping his wet hair using a towel as he walked towards Soheila and sat beside

He was wondering if Alpha Lachlan got him fully controlled. Just when Theo was about to resume torturing Maridelle, Beast blocked his way. The moment Beast did it, Theo moved back, eyes wide open. “Wh-what are you doing?” Fear is enveloping his voice. Beast growled at them. His wolf went wild with eyes glaring hinting that he is ready to shred them into pieces if they hurt her again.

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

I don’t care about his side after all. I fixed my messy hair and glanced at myself for a moment. Joggers fit neatly at the ankle, paired with a loose, sleeveless top and an open hoodie. I think I look fine, aside from my clothes being sweaty… there’s really no problem. Besides, Papa knows I have my training today, so he expects me to look like this. As I approached the east study, I started hearing voices I wasn’t familiar with. I could also hear my father’s occasional laughter. This is the first time I’ve heard him like this. It’s as if he is really interested in the people he’s talking to. This is so new.

Minutes ticked by, pregnant with tension, until Tristan finally spoke. His voice was low, commanding, and laced with a possessive undertone. “You must grasp that you’re mine now, Fiona. Your sole purpose is to care for my needs whenever I desire.” Fear held my tongue as I contemplated the ominous implications of his words. The room fell into a silence, leaving me trapped in a chilling uncertainty. Though fear clutched at my heart, I found myself unable to break eye contact. It was as if Tristan wielded some mysterious power over me, compelling me to meet his gaze and please him in a way that words couldn’t convey.

"Beneath me... mine to take... mine to claim..." "And I love the way you look at me, above me.... to take me.... to claim me again and again, like a lion waiting for his prey after being hungry for years." Ste whispered after pulling him closer by his neck. Arthur's eyes darkened at her words, his possessive instincts warring with his desire. Her words only served to fuel his need for her, the primal part of him wanting to claim her in the most primal way possible. His body pressed against hers, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive hunger. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low, rough growl. "I will claim you... mark you... make you mine... over and over again."

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.

My heart sank, a wave of guilt and terror crashing over me. At that moment, something inside me snapped. I could feel my body trembling, a surge of uncontrollable energy coursing through my veins. My emotions boiled over, and my mind went blank. “The O-Omega!” someone from the crowd shouted, panic lacing their voice. The world around me faded as my body began to transform. I couldn’t stop it. My wolf took over, fierce and instinctive, completely out of control. Without thinking, I pounced toward Cassandra with a ferocity I didn’t know I possessed. My claws sank into the ground as I landed on top of her, pinning her beneath me.

Hard to tell, if I’m being honest. Doesn't matter. Because Mr Beautiful moves. A single step forward and a lift of his hand. The fingers don't even curl into a fist, they just hover for a breath, then come down. Touching the thing's forehead, a priest delivering the last rites. The body seizes once, and dissolves. Disintegrating, piece by piece. Whatever that thing was, whatever monster just tried to kill me, whatever nightmare just oozed its way into this alley, he ends it with a single touch.

The beast began to move forward, but I fought, finding myself in the process, while I struggled to keep on the surface. I didn't want her to see the beast. I wanted her to see me. Zander. Her mate. But it wasn't, and the next half hour felt like a hellish struggle to beat a monster within—a monster that I had no chance of surviving. *** William pulled me from between her legs, the beast roaring, shaking the stained-glass windows of my bedroom. Her scent, the glaze of fear on her face, it all crowded my mind; sent me over the line of rationality.