Novel & Cerita The Beast Within

His chiseled features were borderline cruel, but his eyes…there was something familiar about his steely gray eyes. I was struck with a mix of emotions but fear surprisingly wasn't among them. I knew that I was going to die at the hands of The Beast, but yet I welcomed it. For reasons that I can't explain, my life suddenly felt meaningless. The Beast roared, “Offering accepted,” before his clawed finger slashed my bindings. The Beast was a huge winged creature with horns and piercing red eyes. He was the devil and we all knew the price if we crossed him. My life would spare humanity until he came to collect again. Before everything went black, all I remember was touching his face with my hand

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

"Today we are going to learn about beasts and how to tame them. Beasts are mutated animals with extreme intelligence, they can sense and find prey weaker than them and hunt them, if they find prey stronger than them they use different methods to hunt the prey, every beast can become strong by preying on other animals and hibernating as it increases their mutation level making them strong. A beast's power is measured by its mutation level. Level 10 beasts are capable of killing 10 humans and a level 1 beast is capable of immobilizing a human and if left they can completely kill the human and there are also level 100 beasts that rarely come out of their hiding and they are capable of destroyin

“We have received a missive from the King of Wolves.” My father began, each word precise, as my siblings and I stood before him in his library. “He has decreed that one of my beloved daughters is to wed the Beast of Northshore.” A sharp collective intake of breath followed his words. My own breath caught in my throat as I remembered all the whispered rumors I'd heard about the Beast of Northshore. They said he was one of the three princes who had gone feral during the war, brought back by magic or sheer will, but never quite the same afterward.

it was the bond, it had to be the bond or maybe it was the beast? ‘Or maybe it is just you’ the remark came but with an unrecognisable voice, and unrecognisable tone that I couldn’t even decipher if it was English that I had heard. I inhaled sharply, my fingers curling into my fists as I felt the beast inside me grow stronger and stronger. “No” I fired aloud, unwilling to give in to what I know where the beasts demand. Unwilling to let it get out, because that was exactly what it was trying to do.

Calleb pleads, “I said, wait — The woman stopped and showed an image of a man. Tall. Dark and dangerous. His eyes were pitch black and his teeth were filled with blood and his crooked smile reached to his cheek bones. His flesh was covered with fur and he smelled like death — of decaying rats. He was trapped in a cage. And beside him was the beautiful woman with golden hair. “Run,run,run.” An eerie voice resounded. “Run while you can, little boy. Run while you can, for if the beast wakes up, I cannot protect you anymore.” And everything turned black before the ferocious beast woke up from its deep sleep. The beast was bigger than him. Stronger. His pheromones made Calleb inferior. Weak. The

Yet others spoke of nightmares, of walls slick with blood, of a roar that froze their souls. When Zara’s name was called, she stepped into the center, cloak brushing the cracked marble. Her heart hammered, but her voice held. “I saw Maxim Vale become what our ancestors feared,” she said. Gasps rippled through the room. “I also saw him fight it. He could have drowned in that rage and taken us all with him. Instead, he reached for me. He chose to come back.” She turned, meeting each pair of skeptical eyes. “The Beast is not a weapon. It is a wound. And wounds can heal if we let them.”

Deep in the heart of the forest bordering his estate, Matthew is said to have summoned a huge black Beast to rid him of his black moods. Some versions of the legend cast the Beast as a denizen of Hell, others have it cross over from the lands of Faerie, but all of them agree that the creature feasted on the misery of men and women. Matthew most likely wanted it to consume his black moods so he could be done with them. The Beast, however, took far more than Matthew’s sadness, it also took his soul.