The Heart Of The Beast Novels & Stories

I hadn't expected that, but nonetheless, I refuse to look away, matching the intensity of his gaze. "I was out in the forest one night with my daughter, when the Beast came and took her from me. When I tried to fight it off, it took my hand and left me near-dead on the ground," he mutters, before resting his arm on his lap, allowing me to keep seeing as he explains his story. The Beast has never hurt a single soul. It is a magical creature which remains unseen, granting magic in return for our devoted faith. My mothers chants ring through my mind.

I wasn't expecting miss birdy's words to impress the crowd so much that nobody chose to go against her despite standing with her. Soon we reached the insides hollow of the volcanic mountain through the dark tunnel and what greeted us there was the epic scene. A huge beast having two heads was about to dig his canines inside the soft skin of my girl. It makes my blood go cool and in a matter of seconds, I reach for the first thing that comes in my hand and aim for the beast's heart. Gladly it was a sharp weapon I grabbed from a birdman and in the one shot, it tears apart the beast's heart in two.

A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here. “One time, he managed to crush the heads of 8 rogues while he was pushing through the crowd. I’ve seen it myself, and it was just pure rage,” Zeke excitedly explained with a large grin on his face as if he was talking about something entertaining. I blinked at him and looked at Amir, but he just shook his head at me. “They attack with fire, Brute hates fire.” Brute said, his voice was deep and monotone. I was surprised that he even spoke.

Kiema said, patting Kord's arm braced over her front. "The Beast. It comes," Alok said, his pale blue eyebrows dipped low over his tricolored eyes. "Right, yes. You've mentioned. What is the beast and why should I care?" Kiema asked. The group of Wardens jerked back as if Kiema had punched them in the bellies. "The Beast is the natural apex predator of all magical kind. It is the antithesis to any Prime or Prime descendant."

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The group of clustered beasts leapt towards Heather’s unconscious body. “Mother, wake up…,” They tugged at her hands, and legs; their fangs surfaced and hungry as ever, they plowed into every inch of her. Swathing her with their possessive love; they stole her organs, especially skin, until only her heart was left. “Yum, this would taste so good.” One of them pounced on Heather’s heart and started chewing it, then began to pirouette into the atmosphere, howling, and chasing the wind. “Let’s go find a new mother.”

The wind howled through the ruins of the once-grand temple. Elena stood in the center, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. The battle with the shadow creatures had left its mark on the landscape, but it was nothing compared to what was brewing inside her. The Heart’s power surged through her, a force both intoxicating and terrifying. Her hands shook as she tried to steady her breath, but the pull of the Heart’s energy was overwhelming. She could feel it, deep within her core, calling to her, urging her to embrace its dark promise.

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.

Wolves screamed throughout the mountain as synchronization bonds ruptured violently across the packs, and for one horrifying moment it felt less like a city collapsing and more like a living creature dying from the inside out. The Heart was awake. Not partially. Not responding. Awake. Its gigantic silver eye rotated slowly within the cracked sphere while endless black veins spread across its surface like living roots. Every emotion flooding the sanctuary fed directly into it now. Fear. Rage. Obsession. Grief. Love. Despair. The Heart consumed all of it greedily, pulsing brighter each second while reality itself distorted around the throne. And its attention remained fixed entirely on Ronan a

But it didn't seem to faze the wolf as it fought back against Ezekiel digging it's claws into the white wolf chest and ripping out its heart. "NO!!" I thought it was over. There was no way Ezekiel would heal from this , but again I was wrong and taken by surprise as I saw a red organ starting to form and taking the shape of a heart. And then like magic it began beating. The wounds started to close and then it's eyes flew wide opens. Zayn's beast wasn't annoyed. Infact it seemed to relish the idea of being able to battle forever or until it's power and life force runs out. However before then, this castle would definitely collapse.