The Beast Within Novels & Stories

All I can think about all through our conversation is this one question that has been on my mind all day, I've been dying to ask her this one thing… i knew i just had to. She refuses to believe me when I tell her she's a wolf and also refuses to accept her true nature. I guess I just have to show her. I let Venom take over briefly, revealing my other side to her. I could feel the fear emanating from her as she whimpered backwards. I held her gaze as I drew closer to her, unrelenting, deteremined to show her what i wanted her to see and tell her what i needed her to hear. I bent slowly to meet her gaze, how beautiful she looked so up close. Touching her face, I took it all into my hands, inha

“Do you know what it feels like to have your teeth pulled, one by one? The nerves don’t die easy, Camilla.” I want to be steel. I want to laugh in his face. But I feel it. Cold fingers trailing down my spine. A clenching in my gut. If even a fraction of this is true… If Zeke did that—if he’s capable of doing that… The realization hits like a freight train. He’s a monster. That’s what Mrs. Mancini had said, right?

The only thing that he was able to see was the beast that had given him a hot pursuit in his dream. According to the book, the beast was actually a demon; a jerfinth demon. A beast that is usually awoken by a mage to wreak havoc in a community, to act as a spy, or to frighten people. The beast could take any shape, but most times, it stays in its true form, except in some cases when it is needed that it changes its form. A mage.

“I’ve tried to contain you, but you proved otherwise.” The beast inside me was clawing at the bars of my mind, begging for release. For food. This wasn’t a normal shift. It was darker and Wilder. My eyes turned red—deep as blood, glowing with hunger and death. Fur black as midnight tore through my skin, rippling down my shoulders and along a monstrous form. I doubled in size, becoming a hulking, big figure that towered over any natural wolf. A cursed beast. My claws could shred through steel. Muscles bulged with unnatural strength. This wasn’t me anymore. This was the thing whispered about in fear. The Beast of Death.

When I heard her whispering and almost begging me to not kill her, my heart fluctuates with too many emotions I didn’t know I possess. Can you believe that? One minute, I was worried she was having a nightmare about something. Her body is shaking with fear while sweats are dropping at each side of her forehead. Then, when I walked closer, I was too stunned to hear her words. Does she think I can kill her? Knowing that she’s having dreams about me killing her is a direct slap in my face. She’s right. I am a beast in this world but I am not a monster. Beast is born without the liberation of whom they become. Monsters are self-indulged with darkness.

Or then again perhaps not. Unexpectedly, this large number of weird side effects start to meet up as out of the murkiness, an animal arises. With a body like a cloud and terrible searing eyes, it is a thing like no other. A soul. A devil. She shouts, "Beast!" yet her mom doesn't have any idea. The appearance of ghastliness on the young lady's face isn't gracing her mom's fair composition. She is simply taking a gander at her little girl in bewilderment, not at the genuine reason for everything. For what reason mightn't she at any point distinguish the heavenly monster?

Saying the truth was now a problem as he knew the consequence that might follow. "Hnmm. Thanks for giving me a chance to speak to you, my heart keeps pAidening me and i have no other option than to speak. The number of people killed by the beast on daily basis is getting out of hand. Firstly The beast isn't a gorilla but a Lycan." Doctor Tom said. "Lycan?" The inspector and Mr. Gomez exclaimed and Mr. Gomez remembered what he searched on G****e before living the house. He tapped on his browser history and tapped on one of them.

back to them, her body trembling as she fought to contain the beast within. Her long hair whipped around her face, and her eyes, once a soft hazel, now glowed with an unnatural, amber light. The transformation was already beginning, and Fabian and Xavier knew they had only moments to intervene.“Alison!” Fabian called out, his voice cutting through the night like a knife. “You have to fight it! Don’t let it take over!”Alison turned to face them, her expression one of sheer agony. “I… I can’t…” she gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s too strong… I can’t hold it back…”Xavier stepped forward, his tone firm but gentle. “Yes, you can. We’re here wit

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

"A lot of literature says that the original drinkers from the river had their powers influenced by the reflection of their inner self. The original Summoner was an insecure young girl, who wanted to be someone she was not." Delving my hands into my damp hair, I fight the urge to cry, the feeling burning at the back of my eyes. "So you're saying the Beast is...well, a child-eating beast because it was creepy pervert as a human?" Tai asks unnervingly, unsure if he wants an absolute answer. None of us want this. I can tell we all have that uncomfortable feeling lingering over us, accompanied by a feral rage to kill whatever disgusting creature this predator has turned into.