Beast Of Beauclair Novels & Stories

Slumping, showing his naked bottom part to everyone. She was too stunned, too terrified to move. Even breathing was a hard task. The beast looked at her, crouching to touch her, but she scooted a few inches, shaking and her face that lost its color was the evidence that the beast terrified her. Standing six feet and nine, probably seven feet in height. Big, bulky with a wide chest that sported a long scar. A bzou, she just encountered the legendary bzou. The beast growled lowly and looked away. That was the moment she realized that the beast was not alone, three or five more beasts showed up, hovering in the bushes, and one that went to the dead man.

The poor animal whose speed wasn't a match to that of a vampire turned spiritless in a blood pool. Beau turned fleshy after slaughtering a deer and feeding on its blood. He stood upright instead of trembling upon satisfying his body. Remembering his girlfriend, he galloped much faster and jumped into her room. Nabi yelped as Beau showed up suddenly. In a jiffy, his right palm was on her mouth and uttered calmly, "It's me." Nabi wide-opened eyes relaxed as they glanced at Beau. Before she could ease her heart, her eyes fell on Beau's shirt. Observing the blood patches and spots, she swallowed her tension and told her brain to maintain a friendly expression on her face. Nevertheless, neither h

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

He rocked up onto the balls of his feet and leaned forward, towards the Beast, holding its gaze the whole time. The Beast rose slowly to its feet, never breaking eye contact with David. The two of them seemed to be swooning. David’s breathing became shallower and more rapid. The Beast showed its formidable claws. They were long and pointed, yellow like ivory against the dark pelt of its paws. It dug the pointed end of the claws into the rough stone of the patio and scraped large grooves into it.

His claws trembled at my throat, caught between killing and clinging. And then, with a sound like glass shattering, Zara’s last thread anchored into his spine. Her body went limp, crumpling into the mud, but it was enough. Maxim reeled back, the Beast howling in defiance. His roar wasn’t human. It wasn’t Hollow. It was something in between, split down the center, fractured but still holding. But when his gaze caught mine again, I knew which side still lived. The Beast didn’t know my name—but Maxim did.

Their clicking screeches are silenced as the Beast simply inhales them, consuming their residual sprite magic in massive, greedy gulps. ​...Liora... Aria, fight... fight the hunger... ​The Beast’s primal urge is a tidal wave, crashing over my desperate attempts to hold onto myself. My vision is a blur of red and void-black. I feel the absolute, raw power humming in these shadow-claws, the intense desire to tear Lirien’s head from her shoulders. ​Suddenly, the western wall of the glade-vein, already compromised by the previous explosion, violently caves in.

Blood welled up, dark and vibrant against his skin. Kieran carefully picked up a small bone fragment from the bier – a phalanx, easily handled. He placed it on a flat stone near the head of the bier. “The incantation,” Kieran murmured, glancing at a yellowed page from his scroll. He began to chant in a language Damien didn’t recognize, ancient and resonant. As he spoke, the air in the chamber grew colder still, the shadows seeming to deepen and writhe at the edges of the lantern light. Damien held his bleeding hand over the bone fragment, letting a few drops fall onto it.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

The spirit beast ran to the border before stopping, but all we could see were the three beastmen. "You vile beasts, where have you taken Vee?" Mother angrily scolded them, forgetting that she was merely the ruler of a small kingdom. Sure enough, the three beastmen burst into laughter upon hearing that. Felix casually tugged on a rope beside him. "Ha! Like mother, like daughter—so defiant." Sharp wails came from the cliff's edge. "Mother, no! Don't anger them or I'll die! They're all insane!" Mother was gripping my hand tightly, and when she discovered Victoria hanging from the cliff wall by a thin rope, her nails dug into my flesh.

They were ready to begin the journey to changing history, even if it meant going through the Beast King himself. No one would stop them. "I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but...its time, Calliope. The Beast King approaches." Kelsey stated, gesturing up at the sky that had begun to clear, showcasing the moon that was truly at its peak. She was right and they could all feel it as an incredibly powerful being slowly approached where they were. The Beast King Immortal was walking the mortal plane, returning to claim his bride... ***