The Heart Of The Beast Novelas e Histórias

Its eyes glowed red. Alexander's expression changed. "That's not a normal wolf." "No." My mother appeared behind us. "It's a blood beast." "What is that?" "A creature created from forbidden magic." The beast roared. Wolves around us fell backward. Alexander stood. "I'll handle it." "No." He looked at me. "I can feel its mind." His expression hardened. "And?" "It's afraid." The beast charged. I stepped forward. Instead of attacking, I reached into its mind. Pain hit me.

As my head of guard, she shouldn’t worry herself about any needs other than my need to kill that behemoth. Harriet walked forward when I didn’t respond and ran her fingers down my arm, “Please, sire. Allow me to help you.” She grasped my hand and led me slowly toward the bed, looking back at me with lust in her pale brown eyes. The beast inside of me was on edge still, he needed to let his anger out, and although I refused to release my frustrations on any members of my pack, today he dismissed my usual excuses. The haze of my beast took over and I followed his wishes willingly. I pushed Harriet down on the bed and crawled over her, holding my body just above hers. She writhed underneath me

Ferris asked darkly raising the eyebrow. Hazel bit her lips before she looked straight in his eyes, saying, “yes, you are beast. My loving beast.”

Someone was close, moving in from all sides, he could sense them. Hear the beat of their heart as he turned his head to the side, the demonic creature within him stirring as he took calming breaths. He willed the beast not to show its head, at least not yet; after all, he wanted to be partly sane when he ripped their still-beating hearts from their bodies. Tilting his head further to the side he smiled, it was time; soon Darkous would get his revenge...

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

"But even if I am delusional, I don't mind. I would love to keep thinking that this heart of the boss right here, echoes for me." He grabs my hands roughly, yanking them away from his chest. He takes a step back. "I would rip this fucking heart out myself before it can start beating for any human being. It's there to just pumb blood, and nothing out." He states. "If you say so, Boss. But just know that, as long it's functioning, there is no way you can dictate to it whether to love..." "That will never happen, Ella! And don't you fucking dare say that to me again!" I twinge to his howls, insulating my ears for a bit until the resounding echoes fade.

She nodded with her head bent and left the office with a tear stained face. I needed to let him out. It had been a long time since I fed. I could smell the presence of a vampire miles away. He was at the pack's border. He must have gotten here by accident but that doesn't mean I was going to let him live. My beast needed to feed and he was going to be the food. Rules were rules. He should have known that this land was forbidden to him and his kind. I breathed in and let my beast take over. Filled with rage and hunger, he moved with great speed and pounced on the unaware vampire. There was something about him, I could sense it around him.

“Is inevitable. It could be kicked, buried, but it always has a way of crawling back to its roots.” “Haven’t you ever asked yourself why I’ve always been a shadow in the castle? An unseen eye that sees everything?” Jaskier suddenly uttered, picking up his words, strangely. “Trusted servant of the King, a vicious beast and a damage to humanity- “ “He’s not a beast.” I cut him off, saying in defense to divert their attention. I had to figure out a way of leaving here, with the chest. They weren’t sincere... “A beast kills without reasons, but he doesn’t. Caspian’s someone with a heart. Accord him with that respect.” I seethed, feigning to be entirely pissed.

--- **The Heart's Deception** The forest resists. Branches twist into snares. Lightning animates glass wolves, their howls ringing like shattered windows. Tyrax's gift-the current in my blood-lets me shatter them, but each burst drains me, leaving charred nerves and phantom storms. Eden fights differently now, his void scars leaching darkness into the soil, sprouting obsidian brambles that strangle the forest's wrath. We find the heart at dusk. A stormcloud trapped in a glass orb, suspended atop a plinth of fused lightning. It seethes, its core a swirling eye of green-black fury. The First Storm, the Weaver's first failure.

I said. Across the field, Zorak’s eyes burned hotter. Fury twisted his face on the beast’s skull. “Enough,” he snarled. “If I cannot reclaim the heart, I will make sure no one uses it.” A bad chill slid down my spine. The beast lurched. I expected it to fall back, away from us. Instead, the light inside its chest turned inward. The huge body began to fold, not like it was collapsing, but like it was… closing.