The Heart Of The Beast Novels & Stories

His eyes were cold, his jaw was sharp no doubt a master piece had shaped him, I felt like, I had die and gone to heaven, I mean what could an angel be doing here on earth? I wish he'd buy me, I blush looking down at my feet. Suddenly everyone gasp finally noticing him, he was so much taller than most of them with board shoulders. "Beastttt...." One of the council elder shuttered frightened, dropping the microphone he was holding. Beast? He is the feared Beast? but he doesn't look like a beast, all the same I don't want him buy me! In fact I wanted to run away. *Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear.

" Izabella shrieked when their eyes met, realizing she was flying in the air. Her hands raced to clasp the neck of the beast she called, and She gasped as her arms encircled his neck. In contact with their bodies, she heard the racing beat of her heart and that of the body owner she was leaning on. Deafening silence reigned between them. Everything seemed to have stopped moving, except for their hearts pounding together till they eventually became peaceful. She slowly turned to face the beast. She glanced aside immediately when her eyes met his, and her heartbeat accelerated again. The beast was deeply scowling. He noted that looking into her mellow brown eyes made him crave chocolate.

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.

I know that pale, milky flesh masks horrors the void birthed. I have seen him below freezing on a glass throne in the lowest circle, ice for bones, choked on regret in seas of blossoming red. The blood of the Damned as succor, the mutilated limbs of corpses his font. He is the abyss, pain, the severity of God. How the hell could a thing like that love? How the hell could a beast like him have a heart? And yet he does, and I covet the Beast. I will have all of him in due time, but it will be on my watch, at my say, not his.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

“Who said you don’t have beast? We are born with it. It’s just sleeping inside you. Call for him. Draw in is strength.” Aluxious’ lashes flickered. I can’t die. His heart raced again. Beast…I need you. He never had to try this before because the training never hurt this bad. Beast… Nothing happened. His breath heaved. Beast…I need your strength. His heart slowed, growing weaker by the second. Bea… The next time Aluxious blinked his eyes open, he was still in the same position. The shroud of darkness lifted from his gaze and he could see clearly through the dark. His heart banged against his ribs.

I can't imagine what those rascals will be doing to people now. I got home and found it difficult to sleep because of what I was thinking. After an hour.. I fell asleep unconsciously. Another location "The beast is not coming to save the people" A demon said as he deep his hand into a human chest, removed her heart and ate it, drinking the blood.

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

His body trembled with the strain, torn between two instincts—to claim and to destroy. Zara gasped, her pulse racing against his chest. “Maxim—don’t—” The Beast’s growl became words through his throat. “It’s you it wants.” “I know,” she whispered. “Then let it see who I am.” She pressed her bloodied palm to his heart.

His blazing eyes had some sort of hypnotizing energy to them and with my exasperated body, I found myself getting dizzy and lightheaded and almost falling into the boiling lava underneath his throne. But his hands had caught me somehow. And for all I could remember was him whispering after sniffing me, "you do not belong here." "The heart. I need it," I mumbled out despite looking at death right in front of me. I couldn't care less about the implications. I'd bargain to earn it this time. I grew desperate, knowing I was way too weak for a fight and trying to initiate one against such giant—the number one beast of the wild— would be suicide.