Novel & Cerita The Beast Within

"Twenty years I hunted the Calabrese family. I killed Antonio Calabrese in his own home. Made him watch as I destroyed everything he built. And you want to know what he said before he died?" I drink the second glass. Pour a third. "He said, 'I don't even know what I did to you.' And I called him a liar. I put a bullet in his head and felt righteous about it." The memories flood back. All the blood. All the bodies. Men who probably had nothing to do with my mother's death. I hurl the glass against the wall. It explodes into glittering shards. "I'm a monster," I whisper. "I'm exactly like Viktor. Worse, maybe. At least he knows what he is."

“I shouldn’t have come.” That only enraged him further. “Get back here.” The voice wasn’t his. It was deeper—distorted. The same monstrous tone I remembered from the last full moon. The sound of a beast wearing a man’s skin. I shook my head. “No.” I turned toward the door. Behind me, the chains rattled again—harder this time. “Take one more step,” the beast snarled, “and you’ll regret it.” Fear clamped around my ribs, but I forced myself to move. One step. Then another. I reached the door, pushed it open, and slipped out.

’ Inigo retorted. Beast ignored him like always. He stayed hidden around the pack to note down the security of the pack. The timing of when and who stepped out of the pack on a regular, weekly, or monthly basis. Unlike vampires, he didn’t have just one power in him; he could become invisible, take anyone’s shape and size, and read the minds of the people. Elder Ozul kind of assumed that this was the result of getting raped by multiple vampires, but at the same time, he couldn’t share this news with Beast.

The beast must have let go of me when it couldn’t hold off Liev and Axel anymore. Liev grabbed hold of my face, my ears ringing as he checked me for injuries, asking me questions, questions I couldn’t hear and wasn't ready to answer as I had mine waiting for me. The more I asked myself, the more I discovered that Devyn wasn’t just hiding a monster beneath him; it was a beast—a beast of the demon god. I knew that fucking darkness when I saw it. I’d seen it in Aslan, and it was impossible to unsee it after perceiving it for the first time.

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Ronan yelled, pulling Selene to the ground just as the earth split open before them. something emerged—a creature of nightmare. Its skin was molten, black as coal, and it towered over them, its eyes glowing with a fiery rage. Its massive form loomed, an embodiment of pure destruction, its presence suffocating, as though it could collapse the very air around them. It was the Beast. The one the ritual had awakened. And it was hungry.

Leave me, it will be better. - No! - Tristan reached out to the girl, but she recoiled from his hand. The sky began to darken. Tantario jumped up and looked around tensely. He felt the approach of the beast - the one who took possession of the body of his beloved, and now intends to devour her soul. The wind increased, howling over the rock. The girl got up and walked away. The darkness thickened in front of her, turning into a huge, terrible creature, whose body was covered with slimy black and scarlet scales. Flapping its holey wings, the beast waited for the girl to climb onto its back. Ira pressed herself against the disgusting neck. Tristan watched in horror as the oily liquid swallowed

She could hear them whispering in a language she didn’t understand—but felt in her bones. She tried to move. A growl echoed through the void. Her head jerked up—eyes wide—and there it was. The Beast. Towering. Shrouded in shadow, but its eyes glowed like molten gold. Fur black as a void, horns curling like twisted bone, fangs glinting with something old and terrible. It was neither wolf nor man. It was something before both. Something primal. And it knew her. “I found you, Nyxara,” it rasped, its voice a bone-wracking purr, ancient and bitter.

Beast stepped forward and raised his hand tracing the bruised bite mark with a soft touch of his rough fingers. “ ...I will not try to find you first. I will kill one of your friend and wait for you to show up to see you drown in sorrow and regret. It always pleases me! ” He smirked and tiltled his head with his eyes turning darker than usual. There was something so sinister about him that Ana knew he was not Damon anymore...He was Beast. Beast was Darkness. The ounce of light Damon had in him, was not part of Beast at all. Ana's lips quivered staring in his eyes. He tilted his head back and grabbed her hand ever so softly, that her heart skipped a beat.