The Beast Within Ending Explained Novels & Stories

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

My sadness is obscured by the joy I feel at the prospect of ripping out those lycans one by one. “Belle? Belle!” I see Ajax coming in before me, blocking my path, and shaking me. “Your wolf…” He trails off, not knowing how to finish his sentence as soon as he sees the tears and where I am looking. He follows my gaze and soon starts to understand what’s happening. “Belle, was that…?” “My father.” My wolf answers with a guttural growl. Rage burns in every word of it. “They killed him.” Ajax’s expression looks conflicted. He doesn’t know what to say. “Belle, I’m sorry about your father, but right now, you have to control your wolf. The others can’t see you like this!”

I asked her, in so much hurt. “Everything is drawing to an end.” “What do you mean, by that?” We were far from ending this. With so many enemies at lose, I doubted it. “Look over there.” she said, pointing out to a misty end. It was Lydia and Francesca, being forcefully pulled to a deserted part, by demon like creatures. Mum’s eyes connected with Lydia’s eyes in a victorious look. It seemed like they were on their way to Hades. How? “Your mate’s a Khalayan woman, in disguise, son.”

I knew what I had to become, and I was at peace with that. The transition of man to beast is a natural process for a shifter. But succumbing to the nature of a beast only happens through a lifetime of trauma. That's when you know you've embraced the darkness that has blackened your soul. It's where you become one with the demons that have tormented your thoughts since childhood. It's when your own name loses all significance, and the monster that is staring you back in the mirror looks through your own eyes and smiles. "We'll be watching from the front row," Jaxton told me just as everyone piled out of the room.

she cried with her last strength holding tight to me. The beast was still on our trail, getting closer and closer. Perfect! Just where I wanted it. Come on, just a little closer, you freaking shit! When I reached the edge of the precipice, I halted. The beast coming even faster than me did not have time to stop and fell to his death. We remained there a little, watching and hearing the screams of the dying demon. I could hear Teresa sighing heavily, trying hard to rebuild herself, to gather the pieces that the demon left shattered.

I ran from everything. I didn't know how long I had ran or how far I had gone away from the pack. I stoped to catch my breath. Nothing will be the same again. I had lost everything. I felt my eyes wet. I touched my face it was wet with tears. I didn't know how long I had sat down crying but I cried till I was weak to move my body. Suddenly I saw a shadow in front of me, before I could make out what it was or who it was, I heard a loud bang that sent a wiring signal to my brain. I raised my hand with much difficulty to touch the side of my head I felt pain. I saw blood. I saw darkness come faster to me, and with open arms, I welcomed it. There it was, I had met my end. There was nothing to li

“And it smells… beautiful.” Kaerith’s teeth pressed together as her hands clenched into fists in her lap, forcing a trembling breath out. Even as Rhazien spoke, Kaerith felt something far worse watching from beyond the dark. She felt a pulse. A hunger. It wasn’t Rhazien. It was the other one—the one they called the Beast. His shadow stretched across the chamber as he stood, his armor creaking. “To the court,” he snapped. The Woundmaidens seized Kaerith’s chain and dragged her toward the door, through the twisting tunnels of Murnokh, past rusted gates and bone lanterns.

But then my eyes widened in terror when, at the end of the cave, there was nothing but a thick wall. A dead end… “Mommy!” Diana cried as the beast was getting near. Killian and Dominic stopped in front of us and faced the beast as they cursed under their breath. My heart felt as if it shrank and sank to my stomach, and I watched the monster stand in its full height again, its eyes glaring down at my family. We’re f*cked. We were so f*cked…

"What are you trying to do?" "What can I do?" Clayton shrugged. "I'm just a lowly beastkin." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he lunged at Salem. Terrified, Salem instantly shifted into his beast form. The black wolfhound instinctively lunged at Clayton, its sharp teeth sinking viciously into his arm. Clayton was knocked into the coffee table, shattering it with a sharp crack as glass shards scattered across the floor. Salem was stunned. He wasn't expecting Clayton's move to be a feint.

He turned me around and started to kiss my jaw and neck. He put my forehead against his. "I can't believe that I have a family. Thank you so much for giving this beast a family." he whispered. "You may be a beast, but you are my beast." I said as I hugged him The beast found his love. The end.