The Beast Within Novels & Stories

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

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

"You have to watch out for the demons. They'll be after you now that your identity has been revealed and they'll try to kill more humans than before to bring back the war beast as soon as possible..." She could tell accroding to what Priestess Luciana told them that they were connected to the war beast. She knew for sure that somehow, the the demons the presitess mentioned and the war beast were connected too, but how? She couldn't tell. 'What does she mean by they'll kill more humans to bring the way beast back? ' she thought. Suddenly, she turned of the shower. As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she headed to where Annabelle was seated. Curiosity and desperation filled her eyes.

I sensed it was because of the fact that he turned them. “Please listen to me--” “Not them.” “Not them, Ava.” “They were responsible for the girl’s death! Tabitha…they fed on her blood and made her hate herself.” I let out. “I need to know what creature they are! What did you turn them to?” King Caspian was silent that instant. It was almost like he absorbed everything I said and was contemplating it. After a long while, he finally spoke. “My beast has different abilities.” “You’re lucky you took most of its genes, Ava.”

It had been a few minutes and the beast was nowhere to be found. A tree fell and I snapped my head in that direction, it was the one that the last two girls were tied to. The moon came out from behind the clouds and at the corner of my eyes was the beast. Before it disappeared, I realised to my horror that it looked somewhat like a wolf, but with long shaggy hair and a huge head. A half wolf-half abomination. I didn't realise I was screaming when a growl sounded from behind me and before I could turn, I was snatched from the tree. A sharp pain ran through my body. I was being carried in the mouth of the beast, and its teeth pierced through my skin. It was running so fast that i felt dizzy, a

"Get up, you disgrace for an Alpha." I coughed up dust. "I'd rather be torn to pieces than follow your orders." "It wasn't an order." He hauled me up by my front collar with supernatural strength. "But your painful death can be arranged." The Beast looked far worse for wear since I'd last seen him: features warped with insanity, the pupils of his eyes blown out, chest heaving for breath. I couldn't let that intimidate me. "I'm surprised you're not paralyzed," I said. His grin stretched just a little too wide. "You sound too eager to belittle me knowing I can rip your throat out here and now."

Caleb The entire atmosphere inside the underground ring changes the second Beast steps into the cage. The crowd gets louder instantly. Not excited loud. Hungry loud. Like everyone here came specifically to watch someone get hurt tonight. Beast rolls his shoulders once as he enters the ring, towering over most people around him. Up close, he looks even worse. Thick scars run across his arms and neck while old bruises stain his knuckles permanently, like violence soaked itself into his skin years ago and never left.

He pulled out the top drawer, took out a whip, and started whipping her all over her body, and the worst thing was, it wasn't a normal whip; it was a fire whip, and it burned her skin like hell. Dolores screamed and cried, her body burned, the pain was excruciating, the man whipped her without mercy until her whole body was covered with welts and burns. "You fucking bitch, I will not let you get away with this. I will show you how the Beast handles fucking bitches like you. I will kill you, you filthy cunt," he shouted, his hands reaching out, grabbing her throat, squeezing her throat, choking her, making her gasp for air.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

He turned around,his eyes were wild. Then his skin… it started to change. Like it was melting. Like something was pushing through. “No,” he whispered, stumbling back. “Not now…” Then it happened. His whole body snapped and cracked. His arms twisted. His spine stretched. His skin tore open and the beast inside broke free. The Beast. The cursed creature. It was no longer Salvatore. He roared so loud the windows shook. He threw a chair across the room. Tore the curtains. Crushed the desk with one hand.