Artful Beast Novels & Stories

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Anyone else gets attacked. Aria's brow furrowed, and she looked up at the palace again. This time, her eyes landed on the carved beast along the eaves. It had a pair of wings, and its entire body was crimson red. That was a Mockingbird, no doubt about it. Landon stood beside her, his eyes dark. "Regular people aren't getting in there. The manifestation you made is too perfect. There's not a single flaw." "I don't remember any of it." Aria shook her head. "But if I really designed this thing, then I'm probably the only one who can give it a shot."

“It’s fine. Just be careful next time, this is Xavier's floor and I hate for you to run into him” I nodded, even though my chest tightened painfully at the mention of Xavier. I had just run into him, right now I pray he doesn't come out at that instant. Now in Henry's room. He pulled out a black shopping bag. “This is for you,” he said, smiling proudly. “For the party tomorrow. You’re going to look incredible, Sare-bear.” I smiled despite the chaos in my head. “Thanks, Henry. Really.” We hugged — quick, warm, grounding.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

I stared at the beast, my brows furrowed in curiosity. Why does the beast look so familiar? “Shit,” I cussed, realizing what the beast was. It was a beast that hunts impure wolves…just like Arthur, only this one was cursed and can't reason. Before anyone could do anything, the beast lunged straight at me. I quickly shielded my son, my back to the creature. The creature’s claws slashed through the air, missing my face by inches but it's claws slashed through my back. An Alpha held the beast by the tail, flinging it across the room, but that didn't stop the beast, it sprang back up.

The second was a giant white rabbit with a blue ribbon that sat under Theo's other arm. Arte pointed out a hook-a-duck stall and bounced over without thinking, tapping Alec's card. There was no explanation needed for this one; Arte was good at things like this. She watched, waiting. Swiftly, she hooked a large blue duck and pulled it over to the bench. Four more goes left, and each time, she hooked a large duck. She bounced back over to Theo and Emma, holding two more giant teddies - A fluffy black bear and an orange fox.

In my previous life, I was completely fooled by her masterful performance. My elder sister, Victoria Songworth, had always been vain about her beauty. She frequently used royal expeditions as excuses to visit the beast kingdoms and seduce their nobles. However, after having her fun, she would claim that even the most powerful beast aristocrats were still crude foreigners beneath her station. Knowing she could not end things cleanly, she left those three beastmen with ambiguous parting words before conspiring with Mother to stage this elaborate performance. She got her clean escape, but I was left to bear the consequences when those three beastmen marked me as the killer of their beloved. I p

It was filled with a wide assortment of species without prejudice, and now that they were witnessing Arlo and a true Beast, it would strike fear in many of them. Arlo and Beast continued their cautious steps in the direction of the blood scent. Had Kane harmed others during his escape? Was this why no one reported him missing? Had Kane harmed those who saw? How else would he have managed to sneak away undetected when the main objective was to seize Kane? Everything else was just performance, nothing more than a clever trap laid. Beast couldn’t wait to get his paws on Kane. There was so much he wanted to do; Kane slipping away only heightened the growing anticipation, the thrill of the hunt.

My mother, Keenan. I can't leave them, I must get back. So once again I push myself one last time and when the beast's head is close to mine, I lash out and bite just bellow his right ear. He whines from pain but still doesn't release me. He then turns his head up and howls and then soon later, six more wolves appear around us. I know that this fight is really over now. I won't escape the seven wolves, especially with my wounded legs. So I stop struggling. Now, my fight is over. But if not now, I will still find a way to get out.

Everyone quickly went silent and pricked their ears up in attention, so as not to miss a single word out. “Beast taming is the art which involves sequentially caring for a beast, nurturing it, earning its trust, then become its master through the voluntary sending out of blood essence for the beast-to-master contract. It might take a few days, weeks, months, and even years. Who agrees with this?” The heavy voice of Madman Fei travelled around the hall. Everyone nodded their heads. Myself inclusive. “Nonsense!” he exclaimed, causing everyone to exchange confused looks. “That's why you all die with three to four beasts to your names!”