The Heart Of The Beast の小説・ストーリー

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

“That’s what makes you dangerous.” The compliment shouldn’t help, but it does. The next chamber glows red. Dozens of veins converge at its center, forming a massive, beating heart suspended by tendrils. Every throb shakes the air. A small stone altar sits beneath it, carved from bone. The Maze whispers again. “The heart must drink.” Maeven’s hands tremble. “It’s asking for more than blood.” Dax scowls. “How much more?” Kael’s voice is quiet. “Life.”

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

I entered, my body aching all over and my heart filled with. I sank onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my trembling hands. The echoes of his fierce strokes and plunges reverberated in my mind. Tristan’s powerful blows had cut deep, slashing through the fragile threads of my mind. I replayed his actions in my head, searching for some understanding, some glimpse of reason behind his cruelty. But I could not find a reason than just that he was an evil man.

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

The beast eternal obsession The midnight black Alpha wolf stepped out of the lingering haze of the smoke bomb, his massive paws crunching softly against the blood stained grass. The lethal, frenzied madness that had possessed Leonhart during the battle had completely vanished. I could feel it through the bond, now there was only an intense, consuming focus on me.

The Beast. The Beast is the darkest, most vicious predator waiting inside my blood. He doesn't compromise. He doesn't talk. When he takes the reins, I wake up miles away in the dirt of the Redgrave Quarter, my knuckles shattered and my chest coated in blood that doesn't belong to me. Rough sex, brutal dominance, and blood-marking are the exact triggers that draw the Beast out of his dark corner. I expected him to take control tonight while I pinned Cain to the wall and drove myself deep into his body.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

Letting out in a dark tone, Blackwell sighed out. He was really trying hard to get Beast to do something. Something impulsive, that would lead him to his demise, but Beast was not that dumb. He had been holding himself back for years now to finally get to him. “ Anyway, I was saying. Last time it was your innocent mind that I took, but I am planning on taking your heart this time. The opponent should be worthy. For you to be worthy, you need to loose all emotions. ” Blackwell declared in a determined tone and Beast ended up scoffing.