Romans & histoires The Beast Within Chapter 1

“Reach further. Smell. Feel the life around you. Let your instincts awake. Let the wolf speak.” It was terrifying. The power in her chest pulsed violently. Her senses stretched outward, and she could hear more than she knew existed the subtle shift of a mouse in the underbrush, the scent of earth damp with night, even the faintest exhalation of a distant animal. Her body tingled with electricity, and her heart raced. “Good,” Lucien said. “Now open your eyes.”

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

She touched them, feeling warmth instead of pain. Something had awakened inside her. And something else was coming. She stood and crossed to the window. Beyond the mist-drenched trees, she saw fire in the distance—not flame, but aura. A presence she recognized without understanding how. The Beast was calling her. And for the first time, she didn’t feel afraid. --- Author's Note; Hi guys I know all, whose reading and loving this story can't wait to see where this goes, please stick around and engage, enjoy, leave opinions. I love constructive criticism 🤷

One massive paw pinned me down, crushing my chest, his fangs bared, ready to end it. My vision dimmed. Everything was fading. And darkness swallowed me whole. The last thing I heard was Diana’s voice, distant and shattered: “A BEAST! A BEAST IS INSIDE!” Then— silence.

Completely. “No.” I shook my head hard, heart starting to pound. “No, no, no—” I dropped to one knee, pressed my palm against the ground where she’d been standing earlier. The dirt wasn’t disturbed. No scuffed footprints. No claw marks. No scent trail. No drag. No signs of struggle. It was like the gods had reached down and plucked her from the world without a trace. My body shifted halfway without me meaning to—nails turning to claws, eyes sharpening to slits. My beast surged under my skin, howling.

“I beg you…I have a child. I… His words drowned out of my head as her scent hit me, clawed its way up my defense and down my spine. My beast let out a loud growl as I snapped my head towards the direction it was coming from. I looked at the man in my hand, throwing him far across to nowhere, not caring if he died or survived as I chased, ran through the winds. And there she was. Not running. Not escaping. But with five rogues circling her and her dainty maid, and she trying to scare them off with her mouth. And all of a sudden, one of them lunged at her. For a very long time, there have been two things dwelling in me. My beast and I. And for so long, i’ve fought against it. But not this time

The beast dropped principal Fred and faced Eddie. "Where's the book?". The beast asked, walking close to Eddie while Eddie thread his steps back. "I said where is the book!!". This time, the beast shouted with so much anger and it made Eddie fall. The beast flew up and was looking at Eddie beneath him. "I swear, I don't have the book. It was stolen before we got to the memorial park". Eddie shouted and the beast landed in front of him. Eddie was frightened, this time he moved back really quick.

The worst outcome would be that I die in my dream and wake up. A low, rough growl grabs my attention, and I spin around. The beast is here. My eyes squeeze shut, and I swallow hard. The beast is coming closer. My hands wrap into fists at my sides. The beast is running. The beast is running towards me—sprinting with pounding steps. I cannot do it, I open my eyes, but it is too late. The beast pounces and digs its long, bent claws into my stomach, tearing through my flesh.

It was so huge and hairy, different from any other specie I had seen on my days. “I-I’m sorry. They were just so beautiful and I couldn’t resist their c-charm.” I stammered out of fear. I was surprised at what I saw next. The beast changed to the one I had wanted to avoid, the one who left me to the loneliness of my room, during my heat. Bane. “How’s it that you’re here, mate? I made sure you were locked away in your room.” He said. I didn’t reply him because I didn’t know what to say. A loud growl suddenly erupted from his chest.

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.