Beauty and the Beasts: A Forbidden Love in a Mythical

A white shadow streaked across the sky, and in an instant, the world seemed to lose its color.

She could almost picture the scenes of a Hollywood disaster film—winds howling, the ground littered with the bodies of the fallen. But how could she be the last human standing in a world like this?

Pain—

It spread from her back, sharp as if fangs had torn through her skin. A chill ran through her as her clothes were ripped apart by the silver wolf. Before she could react, the wolf pinned her down with crushing force, its claws pounding relentlessly against her head, shoulders, back, and waist…

Its roar shook the very heavens, a fury that seemed capable of tearing apart the clouds. The wolf yanked her hair, slashing at her with savage intensity. Each strike felt like it was meant to break her spirit, leaving her body bruised and battered before flipping her over onto her back.

The beast's claws swept away the remnants of her torn clothes, exposing her trembling body to the cold air. Its eyes, once filled with trust, now burned with the rage of betrayal, a hunger for blood that filled the air with an icy chill. Its gaze, dark and unforgiving, promised that those who defied it would regret ever being born.

Her heart raced in terror. Was this the same creature that had comforted her in the night? The once familiar warmth now seemed replaced by a sinister presence, as though it were something out of a nightmare. It was as if the beast's very soul had been twisted, and she was nothing but a helpless lamb in its eyes.

"Why?" The wolf's voice seemed silent, yet its actions screamed with a fury that echoed through her very being. It moved with terrifying speed and power, forcing itself upon her, its strength overwhelming and merciless.

"No…" she screamed, her voice filled with despair, the sound of her pain ringing through the air, but the wolf's brutal assault did not stop.

She didn't want this. She didn't want to experience the cruelty of the beast. She didn't want to be caught in this nightmarish encounter.

Without warning, the wolf's movements became more frantic, a maddening desire driving it further. Its once pristine fur seemed tainted, darkening as an oppressive, foreboding aura of death surrounded them.

Pain surged through her from the moment the wolf struck, but it reached its peak when it forced its way into her body. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs nearly uncontrollable. The sorrow in her heart piled up, unbearable, almost driving her to madness.

"I beg you… please…" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I haven't wronged you… I don't deserve this… Please, just stop…"

The wolf's eyes glowed with an unnatural, wicked light. It stared at her with cold, unfeeling eyes, its lips curling into a cruel, silent sneer as her tears fell across her trembling chest. Its thirst for vengeance, its hunger, began the moment it took control of her body.

Blood stained her skin as it forced its way deeper, and she screamed in helpless agony. It did not relent, its grip tightening around her waist as it continued with savage force, leaving her no room to fight back, no time to breathe.

"You monster… I hate you… I hate you so much…" she cried, her voice shaking with pain, but it was no use. The beast's relentless assault showed no sign of slowing, and the more fiercely it came, the less power she had to resist. Her screams only seemed to fuel its frenzy.