Beast Fantasy Web Novels & Hate to Love Stories

For thirteen years, Princess Emeriel Vaelorian has lived as a lie. Hidden beneath the identity of Crown Prince Emeric, she was forced to bury her femininity after a terrifying prophecy declared that the Blood Moon Daughter would one day awaken the Beast Throne and destroy the human kingdoms. Trained to fight instead of curtsy and ordered to suppress the strange power sleeping inside her, Emeriel survives by pretending to be someone she is not. But when the immortal Beast Clans return to claim a royal daughter as tribute, Emeriel sacrifices herself to save her younger sister and steps into the path of the most feared ruler in existence—the Beast King himself. Kaelthar Draven is not human. He is an ancient beast-born king cursed with uncontrollable rage, feared even by his own kind. For centuries, no female has survived close to him, and no bond has ever been able to tame the monster within him. Until he scents her. The moment Kaelthar realizes the “prince” standing before him is actually a legendary Siren thought to be extinct, the ancient bond between them awakens—triggering dangerous powers, forbidden desires, and a prophecy far deadlier than either kingdom realized. Now trapped in the brutal Beast Realm of Varynth, surrounded by immortal predators, political conspiracies, and creatures willing to start wars just to possess her, Emeriel must decide whether to keep running from her true identity… or embrace the power capable of changing the fate of the world itself. Because the Beast King does not intend to let his Siren go.

“You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.” He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing. “That’s it, my little thing. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth. His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The words sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it. “Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched violently at the pressure, but she surrendered to the feeling.

She is the 7th princess of the north kingdom and became the Baroness of Westland when she was forced to marry the Baron. A Day that was supposed to be the happiest day of her life turned the saddest nightmare when Princess Althea woke up to the news that her father the king was going to give her away to the Baron of Westland, Damian Carter, who is said to be the most Ruthless, Merciless and unkind Baron to ever rule Westland as the second in command after the king. Not only that, Westland was a land filled with werewolves, And the Baron had the most powerful and Superior Beast ever. Althea was not going to let herself end up in the hands of such a man who's also half beast so she tried to escape but was caught by him and he forced her to marry him. “You don’t remember me?” Damian asked in a questioning voice laced with anger. Althea slowly shifted back away in fear as he approached her, his eyes were red in rage. “I……..I don’t……….know you” she shivered, she is the fearless type but when faced with such a man, she was really scared The moment she said that, she felt his anger increase. Damian felt so angry and disappointed that she didn’t remember him from ten years ago when she had made him promise to come marry her on her 20th birthday which he actually did. He felt anger realizing that she lost her memory of him. How come she lost her memory? Will she remember him including the fact that she was the one who made him swear to come marry her on her 20th birthday? There is only one way to find out.

A redhead lady was found in the woods lying unconscious and naked. As she woke up in the forest surrounded by beautiful men with pairs of sharp fangs and spectacular abilities. Only to find out that she remembered nothing but her name and that her life is cursed. Will she be able to recover her lost memories? Perhaps, maybe she will end up dying without knowing about her past?

Earth was butchered, wrecked, and scared long before I was born. According to the legends, humans ruin began when the Viatores came into existence in the human world. Viatores are banished creatures from an alternate universe, weaklings who couldn't save their own world and as welcoming as humans are, we accepted them. Redemption, that was what they seeked here on earth but those backstabbing asswipes had other plans. A tyrant, a bastard, known as Nicholas Sylvester led the war. The Changeling. The human rulers had no chance. We were his little project to enslave. He and his seven Lords claimed all continents. On my eighteenth birthday, I was gifted to the King of all Benders: one whom no human dared look at, trembles at his presence. However, in this game of heart and truth, fate has its plan hidden.

Everyone knows the legend of the Minotaur. But that's all it is to them - a myth. And even then, the myth only tells the tale of a monster slain by a hero. Has anyone bothered to ask the supposed monster for his side of the story? Of course not. And I should know. I am that "monster." I am Asterion, The Minotaur, and the first of my kind. And this is my story. You can decide for yourself who the monster truly is.

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.

Twins are an abomination in the Kingdom of Varnholt. By law, the mother and both children are to be beheaded—no exceptions, not even for the Queen. To save her children, the Queen makes an impossible choice. She keeps her newborn son, Amias, as the kingdom's beloved heir and secretly sends her daughter, Azubah, away to be raised in the distant hills. Seven years later, the prince is dead. With the kingdom on the brink of chaos, the Queen returns for the daughter she abandoned, forcing Azubah to bury her name and become Prince Amias—the heir to a throne built on a lie. Now, surrounded by ruthless nobles, deadly conspiracies, and enemies lurking within the palace walls, Azubah must convince the entire kingdom that she is the prince they believe she has always been. But everything begins to unravel after one reckless night. Behind a mask, she crosses paths with a mysterious man and shares a moment she can never take back. By dawn, she discovers the truth. He is the Beast—the feared rival whose family threatens the fragile future of Varnholt... and the last man she should ever have let into her heart. In a kingdom where one secret can cost a crown, and one mistake can start a war, can Azubah protect her throne without losing herself?

BLURB He bought her. He owns her. He'll never let her go. Violet thought her life couldn't get worse—until the night her stepfamily drugged her, stripped her, and sold her to the highest bidder in a secret supernatural auction. Her new master? Lucian Blackthorne. A ruthless vampire lord with centuries of cruelty carved into his soul. Cold. Possessive. Merciless. To him, Violet isn't a woman—she's a prize. A possession. A blood source he intends to claim in every possible way. Escape is impossible. Resistance is futile. And yet... the more he breaks her down, the more he binds her to him. But Lucian isn't the only predator who wants her. Ancient secrets in her blood have ignited a war among the immortals, and the monster who caged her may be the only one who can keep her alive. Even if it means chaining her heart to his darkness forever. In a world where monsters rule, survival becomes seduction, and love is the most dangerous obsession of all.

Over 700 years after the death of King Elijah and Queen Celeste, their son Micah ruled over the world. After searching endlessly for his mate, he gave up hope thinking he would rule the world alone for he was the only one to have ever lived for such a long time. When words got to the king that the omegas (humans) have been escaping 'his world' to live in the ruin for almost two decades he became livid going to the ruins to kill them all and teach others never to cross him. What Micah never expected was for his mate to be lurking in the ruined palace hiding from the harsh and brutal world he created and he never expected his mate to be human. "I found you.. Mate" He breathes bringing his hand to cup my cheeks but i snapped my head backwards. "I would never be yours" I said breathing harshly while glaring at him.

Kael Black, the future king of the dragons, hates me, Sage Varkas, princess of the Werewolves. At least that's what I used to think until I started to notice how he only ever irritated me, but never hurt me. He was always there when I was in trouble. I started to understand why he never allowed other guys to approach me. Slowly, our fights felt like foreplay. His touch started to make my skin hot. But his hot and cold attitude started to make me confused until I found out why. Turned out he is my Mate. A mate who had been keeping me in the dark for ages. A mate who stood there while I was holding myself responsible for something that is not entirely mine to bear. When the lies and deception came to light, I rejected him. But he refused to accept my rejection. He is stubborn, and so was I. Our relationship felt like a battle of wills. I couldn't accept a man whom I couldn't trust. But he refused to let go. The question is, can I ever forgive him? Can I bring myself to trust him again?