The Beast Within Chapter 15 Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked up and met my eyes, paralyzing me for a moment, “The beast would tear you apart.” She stepped back and I let her. “Keep your doors locked, Aria.” She walked backwards towards the door, without turning. “The Beast comes at night and devours fresh, young flesh…” Her hand settled on the door knob, “…before he tears them apart.” I had no doubt that I was pale. She was telling me something. It was like she was reciting a script. “I hope I don’t have to tell you that if you tell anyone about me, your loved ones will pay.”

The beast suddenly stopped attacking. It stepped backward. Its molten eyes fixed on Aria. Then something strange happened. It spoke. Not with words. Not exactly. A voice echoed directly inside her mind. Run. Aria froze. The voice sounded ancient. Broken. Filled with suffering. Run while you can. Her eyes widened. The beast wasn’t trying to kill her. Not completely. Something inside it was fighting. Resisting. The monster lunged again before she could react. But now she noticed the hesitation.

The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost. Ignoring the warnings, Lola decided this was her path to power. She began to recite the incantations, her voice low and filled with determination. The air around her crackled with dark energy as she chanted, and shadows seemed to come alive. The transformation was swift and brutal. Her body contorted and grew, pain searing through her veins. In moments, she was no longer human but the dreaded Beast of Gévaudan. With a roar that shook the forest, Lola-the-Beast tore through the walls of the archive, emerging into the night with newfound power and an insatiable hunger. She had b

My chest burns with a rage I can’t control. “STAY AWAY FROM HER!” My power surges harder than it ever has before. The shadows inside the beast explode outward, ripping chunks of its body away. Ezra seizes the opening, fire flaring so bright it blinds me for a second. Rowan’s claws flash, tearing its head clean off. The beast collapses in on itself, writhing, the tar-like flesh disintegrating into a puddle of smoking black sludge. For a moment, the chamber is silent except for our heavy breathing. The stink of burnt shadow clings to the air, acrid and suffocating.

Then Mama Felz shouted, “Don’t stop! Keep chanting! We need to finish breaking the curse!” The witches resumed their chant, pouring more magic into the circle. The beast howled, releasing a sound filled with so much pain and rage that it made my chest ache. I wanted to run to him, to hold him, but I forced myself to stay back. The magic swirled faster around him. The shadows around his body began to peel away layer by layer. “Almost there!” Hazel gasped, sweat pouring down her face. “Just a little more!” The beast convulsed one final time. His howl turned into something almost human.

I cry as I force my body to crawl forward. His skin is as pale as theirs, so I know they sucked him dry, but I still have to check. If there is any way he is still alive, I have to try...I get inches from him, but just as my fingers reach for him, I am yanked up into a set of thick furry arms. "Stupid humans," a deep, gravely voice growls, and before I can even respond, the beast takes off. His long paws pummel the ground, and the forest zips past me. Motion sickness mixed with my grief turns my stomach, and I vomit instantly. He snarls as my puke hits his pelt, but he doesn't slow down.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

It has the kind of deepness a person would want to fall asleep listening to. I don’t allow myself to spend too long swooning though. Before he can figure out what I’m about to do, I dart to my right and reach for one of the burning lamps. Once it is in my hand, I smash the glass covering the flame against the wall so that it is exposed and turn back to face the monster. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” The power of his voice and the way his eyes suddenly turn a dark shade of red threaten to make me fall to the ground and be helpless again. But I only flinch for a second and gather myself. I am not weak so I will at least fight.

Chapter 46: A Desperate Gamble The cavern held its breath as Evie, a beacon of chaotic energy, charged towards the colossal beast. The creature, its massive form momentarily stunned by the sudden burst of light, turned its fiery gaze upon her. Time seemed to slow down. Every tremor of the beast's muscles, every flicker of its glowing eyes, was etched into Evie's mind. With a desperate cry, she unleashed a torrent of chaotic energy, a swirling vortex of blue light aimed directly at the creature's face.