Bride of the Beasts
The Scions rule the world now.
Born of celestial light, they turned on their creators and claimed the earth for themselves. But their victory came at a cost—every daughter of their kind has withered into dust, and extinction looms.
So they hunt human women to survive.
Anwen has always been fragile.
Sickly. Ordinary.
She was meant to be hidden away in a sanctuary, safe from the monsters who would claim her.
Instead, she’s taken by three of the most feared shifters alive.
A Dragon, cold and untouchable.
A Lycan, lethal and always too close.
A Minotaur, silent and watching—like she’s a puzzle he intends to solve.
They expect her to die like the others.
Another delicate human who won’t survive the bond.
But Anwen doesn’t break.
She burns.
And the longer she remains in their fortress, the more their control begins to unravel. Their magic bends toward her. Their instincts sharpen. Their possessiveness turns feral.
Others want her.
Their High King demands her.
But these three won’t give her up.
Because the fragile human they stole?
She might be the most dangerous creature in their world.
And they’re done pretending she isn’t theirs.
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Caught and TakenANWEN'S POV“What do we have hiding in here?”His eyes pinned me as if he could peel back my skin and see the truth beneath. Then his hands closed around my shoulders—hard, immovable. Strong. The kind that could crush bone without trying.I kept my head down.I nearly yelped when his grip tightened, and he turned me to face the second monster. The sound clawed up my throat, but I swallowed it down so fast it burned.I couldn’t let them hear my voice.One wrong note, one slip, and they’d know I wasn’t a boy.Slowly, I lifted my head.My trembling only worsened.This one was even broader, his chest a wall of muscle beneath dark leather armor. Slightly shorter than the Lycan, yes—but still massive enough to make Arlo and me look like dwarves beside him. His shadow alone could have swallowed me whole.His arms were etched with dark markings that curled over muscle and vanished beneath his sleeves. His brown hair was pulled back at the crown, the rest falling just short of his shoulders. H
Last Updated: 2026-03-19
Chapter: Chapter 2: Beneath the BoardsANWEN’S POVArlo was already moving around the room, grabbing things—my thick scarf, the small pouch of medicinal herbs for my fever and cough, an extra pair of socks. He stuffed them into a rough sack with hurried hands.“Where are we going?” I asked, pushing the blankets aside and climbing to my feet.He stopped and stepped closer.“I have to take you to the sanctuary,” he said. “They can’t reach you there.”My breath caught. My eyes widened before I could stop them.The sanctuary.Everyone in the forest knew about it—a hidden place the monsters couldn’t cross into. It had once been sacred to the Radiants, and their magic still lingered there, humming in the stones and soil. When danger crept too close, the women and girls were sent there to hide.“But…” I began, my voice cracking, “that means we’ll be separated.”Arlo shook his head immediately. “This is only temporary,” he said, cupping my face.“The Resistance is planning something,” he added quickly, lowering his voice even thou
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Chapter: Chapter 1: Burrowed DeepANWEN'S POVTwenty years later.Monsters rule the world now.They don’t hide in shadows or lurk beneath beds. They sit in councils. They wear crowns. They walk our roads in broad daylight as if the world belongs to them.Because it does.They call themselves the Scions—magic wielders, shifters, chimerae, and creatures of every shape and size.I used to think they were stories.Mama told them when I was small. She said monsters roamed the woods. That they snatched little girls who wandered too far. That they carried women away to their lairs.“Stay inside, Anwen,” she would say, smoothing my hair back from my damp forehead. “The forest is not safe.”Papa would nod from the doorway, solemn and silent.I thought it was all just a way to keep me inside.Because I was always sick as a child. And, truth be told, I’m not much better now. Even as an adult, the sickness lingers—breath that comes too short, bones that tire too quickly, the faint fever that never seems to leave my skin. No heal
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Chapter: Prologue: The Cradle and the GraveIt hurt.A sharp, tearing brilliance bloomed beneath Azara’s skin as though her own light had turned against her.Radiants like her were not meant to bleed, nor to know agony such as this. Pain belonged to mortal flesh, to bone and blood and fragile breath. Not to beings wrought from pure illumination.And yet, even among the Radiants, Azara had never been like the others.Tonight proved it.Because she was in so much pain. And she was bleeding—not blood, but light.Liquid radiance dripped between her fingers as she clutched her belly. The forest bowed around her as if recognizing her suffering. Leaves curled inward. Branches dipped low. Shadows recoiled from the glow leaking through her skin.She fell to her knees, one hand pressed to the damp earth, the other cradling the swell of her womb.The child within pulsed with its own faint shimmer, answering her distress with a flicker of life. A reminder of why she could not fall. Why she could not break. Not yet.The child pressed downw
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