A Beast's Love Is Like The Moon Novels & Stories

he repeats before the purple mist and silver haired boy disappear and I am in a clearing in our own woods, being circled by two ferocious beasts. I am not afraid. I know these beasts. I love these beasts. One lunges at me and nudges me with his maw. There are no words, but I smell the sweet scent of his arousal and I feel my cock, hard and ready, brushing against the gossamer fabric of my sheer gown before he bends before me, offering me his ass. Ace’s Lycan side purrs when I thrust into him and his voice, deepend by his feral beast moans as i fuck him hard and cum in his ass.. No sooner do I pull myself free when the second beast presents himself for me, but he speaks. His deep voice reverb

Her body trembled in fear, her breathing erratic, heavy and fast as she gripped my leg. "Hali....halie" She stuttered her feet kicking back at the dirt at her feet as she desperately attempted to get away. And then I saw it. The same tall beast that almost devoured me the first time we met. **** Every time the animal took a step forward, my best friend screamed. The more she screamed the more the slobbering beast got irritated, snapping at us and growled. I wanted to tell Moi to shut up, to stop screaming. I wanted to tell her to run away, to probably get help. I wanted to do so many things but I was stuck. My limbs wouldn't move and I wasn't even sure if within the past ten or fifteen minut

** And now, the Beast loved to roam around her like a creep. .. .. 🔔Happy Ending🔔 🎶Happy Starting🎶 .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Long ago, when the universe was still in its beginning, the Moon Goddess committed the sin of falling in love with a human. Even though she was betrothed to the God of Beasts, she couldn't stop her feelings from taking root, strong as those of the Tree of Life. She was willing to give up her divinity to stand by her beloved… However, the Beast God felt betrayed and humiliated.

It was as if they were one with each beat of the music produced by the stars. Celestia held a feast to celebrate another successful matching between a werewolf and an enchantress. This is a rare matching so everyone was so thrilled to know that their love endured everything and was now living in pure bliss together. Such rare and strong love deserves to be celebrated. The Moon Goddess of Love turned to her silent daughter beside her and mistake the forming tears beneath her eyes as the sparkle of amusement while watching the performers. She smiled adoringly and softly caressed Amira’s hair.

There was something new in his crimson eyes. Not confidence. Not arrogance. Fear. Because he had just witnessed something no prophecy had ever predicted. The Moon Queen had accomplished the impossible. She had tamed the First Beast—not with power, but with love. Emilia's POV The silence that followed Wesley’s transformation was almost more terrifying than the battle itself. His breathing came in uneven gasps as he leaned against me, utterly spent. I tightened my arms around him, afraid that if I let go, the Beast might reclaim him. “You really came back,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision.

When he opened them, they were filled with something terrible and beautiful — love, fear, guilt, resolve. "I have to finish this," he said. "If I don’t — if we just run — they’ll hunt us forever. You think they'll ever stop? You think they'll leave her alone?" "I don't care," Reiley whispered. "I don't care if we run forever. As long as she’s safe. As long as we’re together." Jess exhaled a shuddering breath, his face twisting like her words physically hurt him. From the cradle, Althea whimpered.

My core wept with the want of it, and my soul sang brightly eager to finally after all of our heartache converge with our mate. His large clawed hand cupped my cheek, as a razor-sharp talon faintly skimmed the angle of it, ever so carefully. My light and darkness bubbled up inside me waiting with open arms to receive our savior, the brutal man and beast that fought with ferocity and kindness. The man who feared love and The Beast who was intent on overcoming that fear. My moon appeared in the night hovering over us as the clouds still covered the true celestial body, bathing us in an ethereal glow. He gripped my chin firmly with his thumb and forefinger, searching intently for something in m

The ash from the scroll hadn’t settled. It danced in the air around them, glowing faintly, refusing to fall—like time itself was holding its breath. Ava clutched the last unburnt edge of the scroll. It hadn’t vanished entirely. One final line had revealed itself beneath the flame, etched in ink that shimmered like starlight. Her voice was barely audible as she read it aloud: “Only the child born of blood and moon may cast the Binding of Aeon—a spell so ancient it can lock the gods beyond the veil of time. But such a spell demands more than power. It must be sealed by true love… or it will fail.”