Beast Of Beauclair Novels & Stories

“Not any prey, but the wolf-blooded hybrid beast bred for brutality. There are two grades of this beast. Grade A, the aggressive one. They will charge, paralyze you, but not kill. Grade B, they are faster than the wind, and they will flee. To take them down, you must keep pace. Today, eighty-five beasts roam the field. Ten of them Grade A. Only eighty-five fangs will be claimed. Fifteen of you will be left with nothing and will be disqualified.” Her eyes sharpened as she leaned forward, voice like steel. “Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.”

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

Marcus wraps his arm around my shoulders kissing my temple to let me know he’s here, it relaxes me instantly. “Hey, I read!” Vitali says defensively. “I don’t think comic books count, dude,” Tyson sniggers. “Comic books can be very educational,” Vitali argues. “Enough!” I say silencing them. “Please go on Doctor Richard,” I instruct. He smiles in amusement but nods. “For three years starting in 1764, an animal, humans called the Beast of Gévaudan, terrorized the general area of the former province of Gévaudan, which is now called Lozère, in south-central France. Over eighty men, women and children were said to have been killed by the beast,” he says gravely. Doctor Richard is a great doctor,

K 18/9/2010 I feel alone. Papa is gone just like Milly and Mama was never there to begin with. I feel like everyone I care for is snatched away from me. Are you punishing me? I ask the luna every night just before the beast takes over. I don't know how long I can handle this. I don't think I am strong enough. I am always angry, uncle Gregory said I have gone mad. I think he is right. It's always there, breathing down my neck.. the dark traces of my personality wrapping its arms around me, telling me to let go. I can see the beast everytime I look into a mirror. Its silver eyes, my eyes, flash back at me as if to remind me who's in control. I can't control the beast anymore.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** "Trust no one. she's not what she appears to be" *** . "What's wrong?" "Nothing" I said with a smile "Nothing at all" I replied still looking at the paper. Chad stared at me obviously feeling confused about everything. "I need to go" I tell him standing up from my seat. He stood up too. "What's in that paper?" "Nothing" he scoffs "nothing? then why did you act so off immediately you read that thing?"

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

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.

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.