Novel & Cerita The Beast's Prey — A Rejected Runt's Fate

I looked around for something or someone, then raised my gaze to the sky, clear, showing the stars and the huge full moon, illuminating me. I lowered my gaze to continue struggling with the key and my car, but then, I felt something pass over my head. I let out a muffled scream and looked in all directions. Could it have been a bat? But it would have to be huge, right? Because whatever flew over me didn't feel small. Maybe it's just an owl. A big one. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. After that, the key worked. I entered my car as fast as I could and drove away from there.

"Scared?" Am I? I drag my head in a sluggish shake. "Be honest, Ella. This beast is no joke when it comes to this. And I don't want regrets. So tell me honestly. Are you ready for this?" I swallow hard, gawking at him, while he awaits for my response. It's too hot in here, suddenly. I'm burning. And I love this beast, as he calls himself. So...

“The crown. They would have given it freely.” “I know.” He traced a cracked fang in the broken mosaic with the tip of his boot. “That’s why I refused.” Zara studied him, moonlight catching the soft lines of exhaustion on his face. “Do you still fear the Beast?” “Always.” His eyes found hers, steady and unflinching. “Power isn’t the enemy. Hunger is. The Beast will always want more. I can’t kill it. But I can choose not to feed it.” She stepped closer, resting her forehead against his. “Then let’s starve it together.”

Few days in the garden called, the power side, and the little once went playing and took some of the fruits, after they had played with it, they took a bite just for fun, and were surprised that it tasted good, this new found life spread around the park and the beastly angels knew food and began feeding since then, they had varieties to eat, they also began to drink water, and lived happily in heaven. The beasts soon forgot that anything else existed that lives, except them, the garden increased as the beasts does and there was nothing needed that was not in the garden, but there was another beast that was given birth, this one was white and looked different, he saw how beautiful he looked a

Dark chains coiled around thick wrists and ankles, pulsing with red-black light like living veins. The rogues froze for half a heartbeat. Then they screamed. “It’s the Beast!” “Run—!” He didn’t let them. One swipe tore the scarred leader open from throat to groin. Blood sprayed in an arc. Another rogue lunged—claws met air as massive jaws closed around his neck and ripped. A third tried to flee; the Beast caught him mid-leap, slammed him into a tree trunk hard enough to crack wood, then drove claws through his chest. Screams turned to gurgles. Bodies hit the ground in wet thuds. Limbs scattered. The forest floor darkened with red.

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

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

"Or they kill us both." The Beast nodded. A microscopic movement. Then, he roared—a terrifying, tongueless sound—and charged. Cyprian braced himself. This wasn't just a fight for money anymore. This was an audition for the first member of his pack.

But my hands refused to close the book. The children ran. They screamed. They called him a monster. An animal. My throat felt dry now. And so the name stayed. Beast. I swallowed hard. The elders decided his fate before the sun rose. Such things could not be allowed to live among them. A cold heaviness settled in my chest. They dragged him to the well at the edge of the village. My grip on the book tightened. He begged he cried, he pleaded for his parents to help, but none of them did, they only looked at him… Their eyes filled with hate

the beast said in derision. A smile spread across Phoenix's face, “We’re in the same boat, comrade,” “What comrade? I’m not your comrade! I’m your rival, no, I’m the predator and you’re nothing without your sceptre and book,” and so, the beast swiftly rushed at the man, its heads and tails ready for the kill. However, at the last moment, he didn’t expect the prey to suddenly vanish. “What?” the beast was taken aback. Its heads looked around the bright passage.