Novelas y relatos de The Beast's Possession

Leave me, it will be better. - No! - Tristan reached out to the girl, but she recoiled from his hand. The sky began to darken. Tantario jumped up and looked around tensely. He felt the approach of the beast - the one who took possession of the body of his beloved, and now intends to devour her soul. The wind increased, howling over the rock. The girl got up and walked away. The darkness thickened in front of her, turning into a huge, terrible creature, whose body was covered with slimy black and scarlet scales. Flapping its holey wings, the beast waited for the girl to climb onto its back. Ira pressed herself against the disgusting neck. Tristan watched in horror as the oily liquid swallowed

Warning: R18+ CHAPTER 36: DISTURBING FACTS " Hmm, ughh-hh so yummy. Sh*t Ughhh." The ugly old man moaned as he's manhood entering the b*dy of the lif*less teen*ger, a woman. This is how this old man tort*res anyone, even an animal. It's worse. "He's really the Beast. I am now standing here by the door while watching him, I can also hear the cries of those in the other room who have been victimized by him.

She asked and he huffed. "Do you not trust the word of an Alpha?" The Lord asked to see Beatrice roll her eyes as she rubbed her forehead. "My head is hurting." She mumbled and the Lord nodded, walking over to her and taking a small cream to rub over her head. This was what he had been afraid of all along. The spirit that had possessed her was still in her body, trying to leave but being cold-blooded and one that was so powerful...it was finding it difficult hereby causing pain.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

In the end, it was similar to possessing because the flesh was completely controlled by others. The Mystic Maiden said, "Heaven and earth have rules, the sacred has order. Possessing is a very low-end operation because it is simple and crude. There are great disadvantages too. The more godly the character, the less likely possession will happen. This is because god has an order, and possessing will incur backlash. The loss is not worth the gain. Even if one is successful, there is nothing to glorify. But, to plant a soul was to completely and utterly turn someone else into yourself. Taking someone's body and soul means taking away their destiny and Heavenly Path of God, which is equivalent t

The question was soon forced from her mind as her body faced the beast in front of her. “Wretched creature.” She heard a strange, raspy voice come out of her mouth. The beast’s glowing green eyes grew wide but not in a terrified way. It was almost as if the wolf were concerned about something. How quant. She bent her knees, preparing to strike when the beast began to do something strange. Before her, the fur on his body rippled and receded, his limbs began to lengthen, and his nose began to shorten. It was possessed! She lunged forward, swinging the metal rod, but before she made contact a man was in front of her and caught the rod with human hands.

“They’ve been showing up in our pack for a few months now.” I blinked. “A beast what?” “A beast demon,” he repeated. “They’re creatures that destroy and kill but that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that they can possess us. Once they do, they control everything. Our minds and bodies. We don’t know what we’re doing anymore. We just… kill.” I stared at him, stunned. “What are you saying right now?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around his words. “They possess people? Like… take over your body?”

*Boom* His fire exploded like several detonated TNTs. He crouched into his wolf beast form and took a long hard look at possibly the most gifted sword master he had ever faced. It was disheartening to think that this man would never be reborn, for once Possession was activated his only destination was true death. After recollecting his thoughts, he sped towards the possessed man.

Damon sighed, stepping out of the carriage with a nonchalant expression. Alfred followed quickly, drawing his gun, but there was no one in sight. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the coachman’s lifeless body on the ground. Blood poured from the jagged wound on his neck, as though the flesh had been torn apart violently. "Rogue werewolves," Alfred muttered just as one leaped from the woods. The creature’s head resembled a feral wolf, while the rest of its body was humanoid. It lunged at Damon, but Damon easily grabbed it by the neck and slammed it to the ground.

Isabella’s Point of View She thrashes like a wild animal. Screaming. Kicking. Biting. But the magic net holds. Barely. Nathaniel grits his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to keep the spell together. “She’s too strong… this shouldn’t be possible!” “She’s possessed,” Malcolm growls, his eyes glowing gold. “She’s not alone in that body.” Simone laughs. But it’s not her laugh. It’s a man’s. Cold. Cruel. Echoing.