Novel & Cerita The Beast Within Novel Manga

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

The Beast clawed at my chest, shredding my starmetal shirt. "Burn!" I screamed. I unleashed a pulse of solar flare directly into its mouth. FWOOM. The fire went down its throat. The Beast didn't die. It swallowed. It drank the fire. Its stomach glowed orange for a second, then faded back to gray. It licked its lips. "MORE," a voice hissed from inside the beast. Not the Beast's voice. The voice of the Skeleton in the deep. The Beast clamped its jaws shut. My hands were inside.

The Beast. He was surprised to say the least, that Professor Ridley-Forrester was a young, Asian woman. She was about as intimidating as a butterfly. Had his brother been joking about her reputation? Sure, he’ll admit that the woman possessed great self-defense skills but nothing about her screamed evil bitch. Evan decided to introduce himself. Without another thought, he strolled onto the mat, stopping in front of the petite woman.

The beast’s head lowered down to her and Morana stretched her hand to touch it, the moment her fingers made contact with its fur a bright light surrounded her and Morana felt the beast move into her, entering through every pore in the body till it got to her blood, mixing and then settling. The whole process was painful, but the moment they had merged as one Morana’s eyes opened, shining a bright blue, I was like she had lamps go eyes. It frightened both Sophia and Cameron that were by her side, “Morana, Mo, are you okay?” Cameron asked when the light in her eyes had dimmed out. Morana looked at the two with new eyes, it was like seeing things for the first time and she knew the feeling was

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

My body trembled in embarrassment. The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of me, and I muffled a scream on my pillow, tears flowed fro, my eyes. Keeran groaned, a deep guttural, mindless moan. At first, all I could feel was pain, but then, when the pain subsided, I felt something start to burn with each thrust Keeran was doing. I never felt such a feeling, and it made me swallow hard. It made my body concentrate on the feeling that was slowly building within me.

I knew I did. I was drunk, and I slept with a stranger who happened to be King Gabriel LaBête, the Beast King, the man who women feared and wanted all at once. It was a mistake, that was all, so why did my chest feel like it was on fire? Tears ran down my face. I'd deliberated it for so long, and I told myself if ever the conversation of that night was to come up, I'd know what to say. And sitting there with him, saying those words hurt me more than it should have. But why? It wasn't like I had feelings for him. I've only been in the palace for fourteen days, and I don't even know him. Why then was I crying?

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.

With a loud shrieking noise, the beast emerged from the water again, this time aiming for my throat, ready to plunge his spike teeth into them. I don't know what came over me, but I felt something from within. I felt a sudden burst of energy surging through my veins. A memory of a man crossing his hands together in an X sign flashes in my head. Without waiting further, I copied the same things and the unexpected happened. As my hands met together in an X sign, a strange force burst out of my hand and hit the beast away. The force pushed it backwards, slamming its scales onto the canyon rock.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.