Beast Love Novels & Stories

She purred when I licked the side of her face. “You look extremely beautiful my love,” Beast linked her. “It’s so good to finally be able to talk to you,” a new voice entered my head. Shia. “Would you like to go for a run?” Beast asked. “Well, now that I know you won’t kill anyone, why not?” she teased. “I wouldn’t kill anyone,” Beast denied. Azalea, Shia, and even I scoffed at that. “Ok, fine! I promise not to kill anyone,” he mumbled before going over to open the door.

"Natasha, I love you!" The deafening shout, followed by the crowd's wild cheers, snapped me back to reality. My boyfriend, Luke Spencer, stood there holding a massive bouquet of gold roses, professing his love to me. The crowd's chants rolled over me in waves. "Say yes! Say yes!" For a split second, I felt dazed. Then, it hit me: I had been reborn. I came back to the day Luke stood in front of the entire school with gold roses to make his public love confession.

He said as he began to read the system message. [Welcome Claude Grey, I am your System. You have been successfully Reborn. Due to your impressive speed, animalistic/wild tendencies and understanding of the canine species you have been given the class of...Beast Tamer, along with the Skills, "(Bestial Assistance.)" and "(Beast Trait.)". You've also been given a +5 in the Speed and Willpower stat. Further information on class and Skills can be accessed at a later time if you wish it. Congratulations on your Rebirth, Claude. Remember, you are in control of the beasts...don't let them control you.]

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

They both looked at me like I had not 10, but 20, heads. “Moonbeam,” Wyatt’s tone was stern and serious, so I looked at my Alpha. “If you decide, just know you would be the best of mothers. You’ve shown that with your heart; you took our boys under your wings, even though they were tattered from everything you have been through. Your love is pure, despite your past. I love you, no matter what you decide. I never wanted to pass on the curse. I wanted it to die with me, but I think I understand now what you have told me for a long time, my Beast is a blessing, and it’s time I stop fighting him. Whether or not I'm the last doesn’t matter to me as long as you are with us.” Beau nodded his agreem

“It is seen as a last resort, a terrible price to pay.” Damien’s gaze was wild, seeking any alternative, any loophole. “You said… Death or Love. What about the other path? Love?” Kieran’s expression lightened fractionally, a flicker of something less bleak entering his eyes. “The path of Love is different. It requires the same binding of the two bloodlines, but through an act of pure, unconditional Love. An act powerful enough to override the dark magic of the curse’s origin.” “An act of Love?” Damien scoffed, the brutality of the first option making this one seem impossibly vague. “What does that even mean? A grand gesture? A declaration?”

She drew me in without even trying, and that realization unsettled me to the core. The Beast, though, had no such hesitations. It tormented me relentlessly, whispering dark urges and filling my head with scandalous visions of her. It shattered any peace I might have hoped to find. The Beast was wild, primal, and insatiable—a true Lycan’s essence, untethered by human restraint. It demanded a mate. And it had chosen Oliver.

Pine joked, earning him a slap to the back of the head from Reaper. “Beast isn’t one to tolerate your jokes. Careful, Pine.” Reaper warns. “I would second that.” Beasts' low, threatening tone vibrates the surrounding air. “Beast,” I nod. Beast walks to the fire, relaxing on the dirty ground, leaning against the log bench. He always preferred the ground. He could detect movement vibrations through the ground. Nothing sneaks up on Beast. Ever. “That female is my mate.” I watched as the group turned and looked at Beast wide-eyed.

Victor reached for me again. "Come with me, Zoe. Believe in me. As long as I'm alive, I'll protect you—all of you." It was as if I had touched a deadly virus. My ability lashed out at him. Victor's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively released my wrist. I took the chance to step back two paces. "Zoe, have you completely lost your mind? He's a zombie. Do you really expect a zombie to love you for real?"

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.