Story 87: The Beast’s Desire

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and the faintest hint of something wild. In the heart of the dense forest, under the watchful eye of the full moon, there was a silence so profound it seemed as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Serena had always been drawn to the forest, captivated by its mysterious beauty and the tales of ancient creatures that roamed its depths. But tonight, as she wandered deeper than ever before, there was an unease in the air—a sense that she was not alone. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she felt the weight of unseen eyes upon her.

The legends spoke of a creature—part man, part beast—that stalked the forest under the light of the full moon. The villagers called it “The Beast of Midnight,” a name spoken in hushed tones by the firelight. They warned that those who entered the woods during the full moon would never return, taken by the beast to satisfy its dark desires.